D&M, WRSU, SCRU & C.W.P. : Repost from www.upsaid.com/futurerem

Repost from www.upsaid.com/futurerem

Thursday, July 08th 2004

"Aaarggh"
By Palomba (KING)

Aaarggh | 7:24 PM

Damn. This is one of those "Shit I'm Old And Have Nothing To Look Forward To The Rest Of My Life But A Long And Meaningless Existence Filled Only By Work And The Occassional Badly Conceived Road Trip But For Some Reason I Still Have Hope" entries.

You know it's over when you try to call home and instead dial your own office number because it's the only number you can think of after working a 17 hour day.

God damn I miss WRSU. Remember when it used to give me somewhere to go and people to be around at night?

Filling in for any semblance of sanity, I'm Chris Palomba and now back to Rigby, King and Kong on the other side of the glass...



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"The Numbers Game"
By Palomba (KING)

The Numbers Game | 10:58 AM

Within the next week I'll have posted my two hundredth post here and my hit counter will slowly creep past 3,000. Now I know neither one of those numbers is massive, but they still boggle the mind.

3,000 times someone (or someones: I'm still not sure there are more than one of you out there) that are not me have stumbled upon this little piece of nothing and, if nothing else, read at least the title of something I wrote. Strange. I try to put myself out here, and while sometimes I fail miserably other times I come close to suceeding. Strange though, two hundred entries spread over about eight months. I never thought any of this would go that far, but somewhere along the line this began to mean something to me. I remember at the beginning of this all I found out that most of the other blogs I was reading turned out to be from whiney 16 year old girls and I almost gave up on it. I went two weeks without a single post before I ended up travelling down south and the gears started turning again. I was thinking and since no one would tolerate me thinking out loud, I began to think out here. Worked out well for at least one of us didn't it?

I've seen people's blogs that pull down a few hundred hits a day and I've seen people that post nary once a month. They're great in their own ways, far better than this most often, but this one here means something to me. It's my way out. My place to say something.

The simple truth is that when you have no one to talk to, anything is better than talking to yourself.

I used to say that the only two places I was a smartass in were church and the radio station...because both places involved me talking and pretending someone was listening. I just realized there was a third place.