Sometimes I remember that I have this account! Sometimes I come over here and look at my reading page and then feel sad about Livejournal all over again. Mostly about the heyday of when almost everyone I cared about following online lived either there or in one of the MU* hangouts I was always logged into. But then people moved to Twitter, and then Twitter died, and... so it goes, so it goes, wheel of time turning ever onward, etc.
Anyway, back to applying for jobs, trying to get writing done, grading essays, hating summer, etc. The usual.
Anyway, back to applying for jobs, trying to get writing done, grading essays, hating summer, etc. The usual.
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I guess I could post? No, is too much. I will sum up.
(eventually)
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It's pretty quiet in general. I miss the more active days.
On the other hand, I don't post much anymore, either. Trying to do better, not always succeeding. I pretty well stopped after my parents stopped reading, back in 2019ish.
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There's a lot more nuance here. But it's like watching TV series with interesting plots, vs. watching someone play a video game while chatting casually: sometimes I just don't have the /brain/ for the better and more complex thing. Or the energy. So the short-fast-immediate-simple gets my time, again and again.
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*contemplates action-marking formats in text*
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(I find I've slowly been transitioning away from asterisks and toward brackets through a combination of so many chat mediums these days treating asterisks around anything as markup tags for bold or italics, and the influence of closed captioning using brackets around non-dialogue sound effects, thus often phrased as [horses running] or [dramatic music plays] in a way similar to the action-pose in chat rooms of yore.)
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