I am a DJ, I am what I play

I'm starting to think this online journaling might not be the way to go.

Well, let me rephrase that. I'm reconsidering the online journaling of intensely personal stuff or anything beyond just quirky commentary on pop culture, political or personal anecdotal events.

I never thought I'd be one of those friends-only type journalers, only because it seems like most people who are had problems with stalkerish or annoying strangers participating in their life. This is not the case with me now, it's just I'm experience some personal upheaval. I'm not planning on going friend-only though. I just need to re-evaluate. Maybe I'll just use more filters? Maybe I'll just make more private posts? It's unclear.

So what do I do? A poll, of course. Results viewable to me only. I'm not trying to be mean, but I do have to be demanding for a second. Just talk to me for a minute.

[Poll #96103]

Whaddup, kid.

It's funny how very small matters can make one feel like King Solomon, not because it's a life or death situation but just because....some parables are parables for a reason and hold true in the big and the small. Even if they are ridiculous and archaic.

Unrelated to this statement, during phone training today, I was able to re-enact a scene from one of my favorite movies, Defending Your Life. (This might not be the exact language, since I'm too lazy to search on Google for the screenplay or whatever.)

Lee Grant: "Your honor, at this time I'd like to show a clip dated in the afterlife. This happened to Mr. Miller last night."
Rip Torn: "Showing clips from the afterlife? I was told we weren't doing that anymore."
Judge: "No one told you we weren't doing that anymore."

Obviously the stuff about the afterlife was left out, but I swear my co-worker pulled her panicked lie routine and said the second line exactly, and I found myself saying the judge's line without even thinking. I was about to feel bad for being snippy, until my other co-worker said "yeah, no one told you that."