I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever meet the right woman for me. How hard is it to find a beautiful, intelligent, honest, and reliable woman who doesn’t act like a little kid? I’m the male equivalent of all those things, so I expect what I have to offer in return. I haven’t dated much so rejection hurts. Even if I had dated a lot, rejection still hurts. Being alone hurts. There’s this pain, this hole in the middle of my chest. Sometimes I can patch it up with work and distractions, other times I’m so sad that I cry myself to sleep: just out of the pain of always having been alone. But I know who I am and what I want. I’m confident, intelligent, and handsome. And, quite frankly, I can afford to be a little picky. Looking back on my dating track record over the past few months, I haven’t found “the one” just yet, but now that I think about it, each and every woman who has gotten to know me finds me desirable or interesting in some way or another. There’s J, A, C, M, and K. Plus many others who haven’t even met me yet. The ones who met me wanted to see me again. So I have to be picky. I can’t afford to go after the first woman who shows interest in me without further scrutiny. She has to pass muster. Then well see what happens….

Lakewood Animal Control has it now, but I found a little old black dog walking in circles in the middle of Yale Ave at Eaton Pl. today at 12:30. It couldn’t see or hear but it was well-groomed and clean. It must have been very old. Lakewood Animal Control came by and picked it up. I posted a picture and description on yourhub and craigslist and asked the owners to call Lakewood Animal Control so hopefully the owners will find it. And if the owners don’t claim it, I’m sure somebody will now that it’s all over the internet.

Time
ticks by
so

slowly

when you’re waiting
for someone
to call you

back

Do unto yourself as you would have others do unto you. Maybe you’ll get lucky.

I’ve been pondering the inflexibility of online social networking relationship status selections. (Say that three times fast, eh?) What do you put when you don’t really feel “single” and you don’t really feel “in a relationship?” There is no in-between to select. So I must conform to the choices they give me, the only options which may define my status in relationship to another human being and consequently to the rest of the world. So I remain single. No need to ask, no need to clarify. There is my life contained right there on a little web profile page for all the world to see.

Check out this cool graphic. Stare at the center. A moving green dot will appear and eventually erase the magenta dots. Funny how the human eye works, isn’t it?

Skype? No. Gizmo. Open standards. Interoperability. AIM or Yahoo or MSN? None. Jabber. Google Talk. Open standards. Interoperability.

Skype only talks to Skype. Gizmo Project talks to itself and Google Talk and everybody else using the same standards. In fact, you can call my home phone with the Gizmo Project without paying a cent! SIP calls. Very cool. Skype can’t do that.

AIM/YIM/MSN only talk to themselves. Google Talk talks to itself and any number of thousands of other Jabber IM servers on the planet! I have my own. It works fine. Open standards. Open source. Imagine that.

If tin whistles are made of tin, what do they make fog horns out of?

Would somebody ask Lonnie Donegan?