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This is the post that I thought made this blog seem appropriate for this forum...


Oh yeah... she gots an etsy shop too...

JUST FOR HUBERT

Auspicious beginnings.


Dear hubert,

This blog is created just for you. I need a space for u..i know it is impossible for us to talk now or even communicate..

i duno how long will i keep this blog..or if i will ever reveal this blog to u.. There are so many things for me to tell u.. but i am afraid that i might say the wrong stuffs or make u angry again.. There is a question ringing in my mind now.. do you have even a slightest love for me still? i seriously dont know the ans.. but if u were to ask me.. my love for u is just as deep.. i will be moving out tml.. i have mixed feelings.. part of me is that i feel very down.. that the fact that i will miss u more and i got to part with u.. another part of me is that i am glad.. maybe i know that by staying tgt.. things wont go well..and i know u will be very unhappy to see me around.. i know u feel inconvenience.. i know u feel irritated..


When I read the first sentence ("impossible for us to talk now..") i thought Hubert dead and "just for hubert" communication from a grieving young lady to her lover not yet cold grave. That made me sad. When someone dies they do usually stop going online to read their girlfriend's blogs, unless they have internet in heaven, but either way this was just shouting at the wind, kneeling in the rain by his open grave at the cemetary, fists shaking angrily at heaven... "HUUUUUUUBERT!!!! WHYYYYYY???" (picture her twittering "WHYYYYYYYYYY?") I felt a little guilty picking the funny bits out of that scenario. Not cool, man. Too real. However, once I flicked a single tear from my eye and read the next line of text I realized that I was back in the game.



Hubert, pictured here in a "Cunning Linguist" t-shirt, was phylisss' boyfriend for a period of time long enough to get an apartment together (and I think a pet) but not long enough to "seal the deal". He was maybe going to be the one for phylisss, but most likely not. Hubert seems to have known that.















Could a fashion like this signify closeness so strong they commit the sentiment to t-shirt format so every time one looks at the other they just think to themselves, 'yeah i know....'..

What happened? What rift developed between these starry eyed lovers that made it impossible to go on? The data is only but a glimpse of the their fractious past reflected off crushed slivers of HTML postings between Feb. 5th and 9th 2009.









At 4:33 pm, five or six hours after "The Days Without You" blog was born, this second transmission was made:

i dont know whats wrong with my life. everytime i lose u, there is sure shit in my life. everything seems wrong. my hp was spoilt, laptop was spoilt, didnt have enough $ to go and buy new ones, even repairing might be a problem, got myself very tired etc.. and now my ankle hurts like hell but i still need to come to work as i cant afford to take mc. it has been swelling for almost a week but i got totally no time to go and visit the doctor. i have no time to go SE and fix my phone. I have no time to fix my lappy.. becox i need time to sleep.. i just wanna get myself busy everyday so that once im home i can go to sleep.. i dunwan to cry myself to sleep everytime when i am not tired.. i dont know u know how much u meant to me.. i am wrong to force u to leave me.. it just hurts me so much now. really so much..

(Note, DUNWAN LAPPY d and b remix coming soon)...


According to the Kübler-Ross model of grief, there are 5 distinct stages through which one processes the experience of grievous events.

The First is denial.

There is a question ringing in my mind now.. do you have even a slightest love for me still?



the second is anger:

everytime i lose u, there is sure shit in my life. everything seems wrong.

The third is bargaining:
On Feb 6th
I know you have heard these words a hundred other times before........ And youve been hurting ........ so your heart has chose to close the door..... Love broke your heart and brought you lies..... Look in my eyes, youll see a love thats deep and true..... Tender and strong and all for you...... You can trust this love. Honest, thats the honest truth..... From the heart Im giving you everything, everything..... From the heart. I promise you that Ill be there.Ill be there to love you......

Fourth: Depression

Feb. 9th, "The Day I Officially Said Goodbye To You" appeared:
You know, there was a pinch in my heart when you helped me to move things..

i teared alot when packing.. and when u rejected me when i ask u if you wanna eat anything..

what was left is it that much.....

that i cant even see any love from you...

sorry that i may be expecting too much when i sldnt...

i hope you can have a peaceful mind after i have left...

a peaceful mind to think about what u want in your life...

i am selfish because i hope that what u want is me......

just only me.. no matter is it now, or in future..

i still see the hope in us.. that we will get married happily.. with a kid of our own ..together with maomao...

we have a flat.. and a car...

everything was well..

i know it is just all one sider..

if only i wish......

And 5: Acceptance

Feb. 9th. final post.

how are you my dearest..

it has been 2 days since i ever seen u...

the day when i went back to your house and take my luggage, you were sleeping...

sleeping soundly.. just like the days when i always look at you fast asleep..

everytime when u sleep.. i just have the urge to kiss you...

do u still rem that i used to kiss your cheeks to wake u up?

do u still rem that i used to lie on top of u and try to shake u up?

do u still rem the days you always say 5 mins when i try to wake u?

do u still rem the days when i draw on your face while u were asleep?

i feel so much wanting to do the same thing to u again..

but i know i couldnt.. and i dont know if i can in future..

The collection (of what?)

"M" (Named after the operative from the 007 movies) has been on blogger since early last year and posts regularly... "The Collection" is your typical "dear diary" format, event by event descriptions of things that happened since the previous post peppered with oblique references to friends and family.

Here's how the ball got rolling last year:


posted by M at 4:50 PM 2 comments
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Welcome to my world...

Well here I am finally - posting to my very own blog. I've been thinking about doing this for quite a while now. I work as a museum curator, and over the last few years several of my interns have been on me to start a blog called "What not to do in Museums", in which I would rant about all the proper museum methodology that I try to impart to them every day. While I would find such a blog amusing, and probably several of my friends in the profession would too, it might get old after a while. So, instead, I plan to post about not only the whacky stuff that happens to me at work, but also about my life in general - therefore it will be a true collection.

It seems as though the word "finally" pops up more times than not with these things. How long do you think this person sat around musing at the foibles of their everyday life before it occured to them "Hey, someone else might want to know about the mildly amusing thing that happened at the grocery store today... Goddamit! I should blog this!"

It's unfortunate that the blogger didn't go with their first idea, "What not to do in a museum". Man oh man, that could have been incendiary. People with jobs in cultural institutions are capable of some of the most epic dumbassery and to have a whistle blower on the inside? Wow. I bet that in the end she didn't want to rock the boat too much. For my money, one thing you shouldn't do in a museum is blog about the network television you and everybody else watched last night...

Prison Break: The ex-cons are still a good-looking bunch of guys, and the (finally!) budding romance between Michael and Sarah is great. But in all seriousness, why can't these guys just be done with breaking into and out of things??

The Sarah Connor Chronicles: This one is the show I would have guessed I'd be least into - I was NOT fan of the Terminator movies (in fact I've never seen them) and a lot of stuff blows up and quite a few people die pretty horribly.

Dancing With the Stars: Dear God, Cloris Leachman is still on the show. Really, what else is there to say??

Project Runway: Actually, this show is almost over for the year. The finale is coming up on Wednesday. I'm kinda eh about it. I like Kenley's clothes. I hope she wins, but if she doesn't I don't really care.

Survivor, Gabon: There is something really wrong with that kid who's name might be Charlie, and is currently in an alliance with another guy who's name might be Marcus. I never know anyone's names at this point in the season.



Where have you been all this time???

As common as the vague and sarcastic tone of a blog's first apologetic mission statement is the little blurbs abdicating the poster of the "responsibility" to post regularly. I wonder if they imagine their friends looking at the un-updated page day after day saying "FUCK? where the FUCK is Kathy with those pictures of her family vacation to historic Williamsburg? Do you think she's ok? Let's pack up the car and go check on her, I'm worried."

So, friend GG wanted to know why I was slacking on my blog postings - I did not post anything for June 30th - and I began to tell her about my adventure last night that prevented me from posting

So, yet another week has slipped by without any posts from me, but this time I have all kinds of great excuses - each of which would make wonderful posts in and of themselves. The last week or so has been packed with all kinds of whackadoodle happenings!
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Saturday, January 24, 2009
What a week...
Wow. That's all I can really say about this past week. Its been so jam-packed from start to finish that I haven't had a chance to sit down and blog about all the stuff that happened! The axiom of blogging, I guess.

My only excuse for my long absence from the blogosphere is that it really just does take time to recover from your team winning its SIXTH SUPER BOWL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm really not kidding - I've been in outer-space ever since, and I think I'm only just now coming back to Earth.


REALLY?????? SAY WHAT?

Another favorite blogger quirk is the explanations and excuses they weakly offer up for various little flashes of weird verbiage and syntax. It's as though they were about to edit something out, but then thought "this will at least be funny". It's usually not.

I need to go to apple festivals and visit flea markets, and maybe make some road trips to quirky places. -0ppppppppppppppppppprrrrrrrrrrwpolg43Who's with Me??


(Okay, you see that section of gibberish letters above? That's Pepper's contribution to today's post. She just walked across my keyboard...)



Then I asked one of them 4 times in the course of about 10 minutes where I had put my notebook, and it was sitting on the desk in front of me. Once the drugs wore off, I decided against a second dose. Clearly, I'm not ready for narcotic painkillers.

Anyway, the point of this ramble (which might have been affected by some residual drugs) is that my 30's are looming on the horizon, and I'm not so sure I like it!



Taken out of context certain statements are pretty hilarious in the format of the diary blog. A statement like "I equate them (in a very un-PC way - sorry) with an old Jewish couple. They even kind of sound like it, too." would normally be the entire meat of an entry, but here it's glossed over and all the reader is left with is a bizarre tang in their mouths while they try to digest the otherwise flavorless mass.

The statement about the jewish couple is a description of some doves that have been living in the backyard she shares with her landlord. She named them Gracie and Earl when she could have gone the full 9 and called them Aviva and Schlomo, but I guess stereotypes are not her humor. When one of the birds got caught in a humane animal trap that put out by her landlord to catch the squirrels eating his birdfood (and dismantling the roof of his house?) there were no concentration camp jokes or anything. Maybe I'm being a dick.... I am being a dick. whatever.

Huh. In fact, once I stopped to think about it, I had several to-do lists from past days stuffed in the pockets of my work purse, a couple magnetted (new word) to my fridge at home, and at least a few dozen other types of lists cataloging everything from "stuff I need to purchase for the Fall '08 wardrobe" to "home improvement projects I would do if I owned a house".

FOR REAL? Magnetted is your new word? Is that even a word? Would it have been too hard to say "affixed to my fridge with a magnet"? I know it wouldn't have the same whackadoodle flair but at least it wouldn't sound so malpropistical (new word).

Froehliche Weinachten!
For whatever reason, I felt like throwing out that little morsel from my days as a German minor in college (it means Merry Christmas, fyi - or more accurately Happy Holy Night!). I am actually at work right now, finishing up a bunch of odds and ends, because THIS IS MY LAST DAY FOR 2008!!!!!!!!!!!!


DAMMIT!!!! For whatever reason? It wasn't just an excuse to let us all know you minored in German in college? Why? Is this about those jewish birds in the backyard?

All in all, M has a pretty good blog, despite the word "whackadoodle" making an epic 4 appearances. I wouldn't recommend it to the casual reader, but it you are a friend or relative this would be a good, hands free way to make sure that they are still alive and well from time to time.

M, If you're reading this, you sound like a perfectly charming lady and I wish you goof luck finding a house and all the best in your early 30's.


yr pal
AGL

pooter and peanut

I feel like it's auspicious to review a blog about someone's kids before any others because I look at the "give up" blog as a boring little brat offspring in a big way; a consequence of what was heretofore a recreational activity (fucking/internetting). Without further introduction I offer you "pooter and peanut".



(note the matching plaid "lil' lumberjack" look)

This blog is called "Pooter and Peanut". It's a hyper photo album/ baby book Wyatt (pooter) and Reid's (peanut) mom started in august of 2008 to act as a visual aide for those nauseating 'how are the kids' conversations they must have 30 times every holiday. The first post states as much: "This is so that I do not have to email pics to everyone. You all can just log on and see the most handsome boys." to which 3 relatives posted a reply. 2 of the repliers' profiles had been created, yup, fall 2008. The only 'veteran poster' was "Grandma and MacDaddy" who have been blogger members since 2006. Wha?! I looked at their profile again and they must be the only ones in the whole family that know how to set these things to "private".


There are 25 posts in total and the topics cover various major formative events. Holidays (esp. Christmas and Halloween) family outings, visiting relatives and, of course, "The Regis and Kelly Beautiful Baby Competition". Each of the postings has an average of 5 photos varying in future embarrassment potential for pooter and peanut. This one's my favorite:


(Is he really small? Is the cat huge?)


Most of the others are pretty stock and stylistically typical baby pictures:
(ginger bread house that mark and marcy sent over..)

(Baby peanut with bottle.. )












I was into these, to which I have titled and written a short critical essay about each.


Pooter's Respite.



To me this is an interpretation of the mythical figure Posiedon, to whom the sea was given after the battle of the titans. Slightly embittered at getting Zues' seconds, yet thankful he didn't receive Hades' domain he resides in a constant fit of unrest. Here pooter is pictured in a vast sea of foam packaging material with which the previously pictured gingerbread house was mailed with. Like the jealous sea god, he has tossed everything about in a fit of restlessness and now, distracted from even himself he sits amid that chaos in a distant and fragile moment of rest.



Fall's Lament



This is clearly a piece about patricide. Pooter is pictured playing in the lawn wile his father is blowing the leaves. His face is distorted by the cold air rushing from the nozzle of the leaf blower as he is being pushed back by an invisible force. Just as it is the natural order that at one point the son shall overtake the father, it is also natural that the father maintain every vestige if manhood he can as he progresses in years. Here the father is defending himself from his young son, a reminder of his own mortality, just as casually as he pushes away yet another seasons boon of dead leaves from the small parcel of land to which he clings. It's as if he's saying: "Back, Pooter, Back, Death, you will not claim me this year".

Melancholy Quest


This photo is best summed up with the original caption:

"Wyatt decided he wanted to be a bus rider. I was hesitant at first, but the school is right around the corner. He is the last on in the morning and the first off in the afternoon. As the days grow colder it's nice not having to get Reid out in the winter weather."

Sometimes it feels good to take the kids to the mall, chill for a while and then go online and send out a line about it.









One of these days these two young lads will grow up big and strong and hopefully they will not come looking for the guy that made fun of his mom's blog all those years ago. In the meanwhile, HA HA HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA


love
AGL

P.S. OOOOOh, burn.