hot dog flavored potato chips
I learned today that my office vending machine - the one on my floor, anyway - now stocks potato chips that are hot dog flavored. To be precise, like "Coney Island Hot Dogs with Mustard". I think that's a little ridiculous. And no, I don't care for Chicken 'n a Biscuit, either. While I'm all for food science, and creating miracles out of mundane foods, I am also a firm believer that some things should be kept seperate. Or separate. No, seperate.
Anyway, there is no need to combine the a hot dog with a chip to create a hot dog-flavored chip. C'mon, people, just let them alone. If you really do have a hankering for chips and hot dogs, just buy a damn hot dog and some chips. You can't save time by eating a hot-dog flavored chip instead. Maybe it's because I'm a in a law firm, where our time is tracked down to the quarter hour. It's a little intense knowing that someone is being charged for the 15 minutes it'll probably take me to write this. But, you know, so it goes.
But I didn't really want to talk about the hot dog flavored chip, as bizarre as that is. No, I save this blog to talk about how I am bizarre. That was not quite what I intended this blog to be about, mind you. No, I thought, I feel constrained with friendster alone. It isn't an adequate outlet for my creative/writing impulses. I shall blog instead. Or whatever the right verb is.
So here is my blog, named for my friends' online magainze called the Saturnine Detractor. My blog's name doesn't mean a damn thing, but their does. You'd have to ask them for specifics, though. So, yeah, here is my blog. Let the amusing and sarcastic takes on my life commence!
So I thought.
Instead, what I have written thus far is merely further proof that I am neurotic. Any more or less than most other people? No, probably not; it's just that I demonstrate my neurosis to the entire world (or at least the world that reads my blog), and it is that that makes me and my neurotic self noticeable.
What's more, is that my only published link to this was via friendster (I have taken the link down for now, until I know what the hell I'm doing). That means that I was specifically advertising my blog to people that I have the potential to meet in person. Possibly date, even. Possibly even more, who can say for sure. And instead of shining like a lighthouse in the fog, where my clever writing and infinitely amusing anecdotes wow the lovely ladies of Chicago into wanting to date me, I demonstrate that I am highly neurotic. Which, perhaps, may still yet yield the same effect. However, I am not quite that hopeful.
Maybe my honesty is re-freshing. Certainly, while my original intent hasn't exactly been fulfilled with this, I am satisfied. It's a very different sort of writing than what I do in my own pen-and-paper journals. Here, I can at least pretend that I have an audience. And clearly, I am not so dis-satisfied with this that I have sworn off it entirely. Otherwise, I wouldn't be writing this. The question remains, though, do I share this blog with the world, either by links on other friends' blogs, or on my friendster thing? Hmnnn....
I actually wrote a mildly lengthy, I don't know, draft of a blog entry? It was during my lunch break, is all. So this draft entry, I went into all sorts of things which may yet be seen here. In the meantime, though, suffice it to say, I was at odds with what I was trying to do, the Dan that I was trying to present, and the Dan that is.
What I mean is, is that take my friendster profile. Maybe not my current one, but some past ones. I'm all, I like to go to shows. I like to go out and do stuff. Sadly, the truth of it is, is that I don't often do that hardly at all. Instead, that Dan, the one that I'm trying to sell to prospective dates, is a conditional Dan - it's conditional of having someone with whom to do said activies. Maybe, once I start going out to shows, and just out, in general, I'll find that I don't like it, and I do prefer to sit around my apartment. I doubt that, but maybe. And the end result is that I feel a little guilty, like I'm mis-leading anyone who reads my profile.
Of course, when I read a profile, I'm like, this is X person online. Who are they when they're not online? I know I'm not who I come off to be via this thing. At least, I hope I'm not. No, no - I'm pretty sure I'm not. But do other people so readily make the same assumption?
So what I'm faced with, I think, is that I have my friendster thing. Which is a sort-of-Dan. Then I have this blog, which ends up being, I feel, more true to who I am. And they're a little at odds, since the sort-of-Dan, as described on friendster, isn't nearly as neurotic as this blog-Dan. Or is he?
I was speaking to Kyle about this, and what he pointed out is that any version of Dan, whether it be the flesh-and-blood Dan, the friendster version, or even this one, is part of the same, true Dan. Like, all of these different facets are true enough, in their own way. and all are accurate, to an extent. I would have to apologize to anyone who would get to know me through this blog alone, really, as I honestly don't think that I'm this neurotic as I go about my day generally.
So maybe the answer is to continue to publish the link for this, to continue to encourage people to read it. After all, this is me, take it or leave it. But a part of me, and when complimented by my other online versions, and not to mention me in person, it can only create a richer, more full description of who I am.
Shit.
I ought to go write Hallmark cards. For highly neurotic people.
-dan
email me
I learned today that my office vending machine - the one on my floor, anyway - now stocks potato chips that are hot dog flavored. To be precise, like "Coney Island Hot Dogs with Mustard". I think that's a little ridiculous. And no, I don't care for Chicken 'n a Biscuit, either. While I'm all for food science, and creating miracles out of mundane foods, I am also a firm believer that some things should be kept seperate. Or separate. No, seperate.
Anyway, there is no need to combine the a hot dog with a chip to create a hot dog-flavored chip. C'mon, people, just let them alone. If you really do have a hankering for chips and hot dogs, just buy a damn hot dog and some chips. You can't save time by eating a hot-dog flavored chip instead. Maybe it's because I'm a in a law firm, where our time is tracked down to the quarter hour. It's a little intense knowing that someone is being charged for the 15 minutes it'll probably take me to write this. But, you know, so it goes.
But I didn't really want to talk about the hot dog flavored chip, as bizarre as that is. No, I save this blog to talk about how I am bizarre. That was not quite what I intended this blog to be about, mind you. No, I thought, I feel constrained with friendster alone. It isn't an adequate outlet for my creative/writing impulses. I shall blog instead. Or whatever the right verb is.
So here is my blog, named for my friends' online magainze called the Saturnine Detractor. My blog's name doesn't mean a damn thing, but their does. You'd have to ask them for specifics, though. So, yeah, here is my blog. Let the amusing and sarcastic takes on my life commence!
So I thought.
Instead, what I have written thus far is merely further proof that I am neurotic. Any more or less than most other people? No, probably not; it's just that I demonstrate my neurosis to the entire world (or at least the world that reads my blog), and it is that that makes me and my neurotic self noticeable.
What's more, is that my only published link to this was via friendster (I have taken the link down for now, until I know what the hell I'm doing). That means that I was specifically advertising my blog to people that I have the potential to meet in person. Possibly date, even. Possibly even more, who can say for sure. And instead of shining like a lighthouse in the fog, where my clever writing and infinitely amusing anecdotes wow the lovely ladies of Chicago into wanting to date me, I demonstrate that I am highly neurotic. Which, perhaps, may still yet yield the same effect. However, I am not quite that hopeful.
Maybe my honesty is re-freshing. Certainly, while my original intent hasn't exactly been fulfilled with this, I am satisfied. It's a very different sort of writing than what I do in my own pen-and-paper journals. Here, I can at least pretend that I have an audience. And clearly, I am not so dis-satisfied with this that I have sworn off it entirely. Otherwise, I wouldn't be writing this. The question remains, though, do I share this blog with the world, either by links on other friends' blogs, or on my friendster thing? Hmnnn....
I actually wrote a mildly lengthy, I don't know, draft of a blog entry? It was during my lunch break, is all. So this draft entry, I went into all sorts of things which may yet be seen here. In the meantime, though, suffice it to say, I was at odds with what I was trying to do, the Dan that I was trying to present, and the Dan that is.
What I mean is, is that take my friendster profile. Maybe not my current one, but some past ones. I'm all, I like to go to shows. I like to go out and do stuff. Sadly, the truth of it is, is that I don't often do that hardly at all. Instead, that Dan, the one that I'm trying to sell to prospective dates, is a conditional Dan - it's conditional of having someone with whom to do said activies. Maybe, once I start going out to shows, and just out, in general, I'll find that I don't like it, and I do prefer to sit around my apartment. I doubt that, but maybe. And the end result is that I feel a little guilty, like I'm mis-leading anyone who reads my profile.
Of course, when I read a profile, I'm like, this is X person online. Who are they when they're not online? I know I'm not who I come off to be via this thing. At least, I hope I'm not. No, no - I'm pretty sure I'm not. But do other people so readily make the same assumption?
So what I'm faced with, I think, is that I have my friendster thing. Which is a sort-of-Dan. Then I have this blog, which ends up being, I feel, more true to who I am. And they're a little at odds, since the sort-of-Dan, as described on friendster, isn't nearly as neurotic as this blog-Dan. Or is he?
I was speaking to Kyle about this, and what he pointed out is that any version of Dan, whether it be the flesh-and-blood Dan, the friendster version, or even this one, is part of the same, true Dan. Like, all of these different facets are true enough, in their own way. and all are accurate, to an extent. I would have to apologize to anyone who would get to know me through this blog alone, really, as I honestly don't think that I'm this neurotic as I go about my day generally.
So maybe the answer is to continue to publish the link for this, to continue to encourage people to read it. After all, this is me, take it or leave it. But a part of me, and when complimented by my other online versions, and not to mention me in person, it can only create a richer, more full description of who I am.
Shit.
I ought to go write Hallmark cards. For highly neurotic people.
-dan
email me
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