Weekend. Journal. Music. Whatever.

It's the weekend and I'm trying to stay away from my computer. Or I was. Now I'm here. I'm weak. Or work is so compelling, fascinating, challenging, that it draws me in, moth to flame etc.; insert other cliches of compulsion that appeal to you more.

I'm so in love with the new Gabriel & Dresden album, Organized Nature, and specifically the synthed-up cover of  that old chestnut by Kansas (a band I loathe), "Dust in the Wind." It's really scary how much I'm loving this song.  Because I'm sure it has no redeeming artistic merit at all and it's too slow to even dance to, and it's DANCE MUSIC. And it was by Kansas. And I'm so ashamed because I have the frigging thing on auto-replay and I've listened to it like fifty times in a row now.

Gina is never going to speak to me again.

Oh, and that John Scalzi guy Gina emailed me about? He's too funny. Check out his rules for the comment section on his blog. Especially this:

(P)eople who want to score points off of me with their astounding wit and withering comments should be aware of the following salient point:

I don't care what you think of me.

I cannot emphasize this point enough. I honestly, truly and sincerely could not give a runny crap in a bucket about your opinion of who I am, how I live my life, what you think of my opinions, etc. That being the case, trying to flame me is really a waste of your time. At best, I'll grade you on your performance, since I enjoy a good flame (be aware that I have high standards in this area). At worse I'll simply ignore you.

The fact is -- and no offense -- you're just words on a screen to me. Therefore, your opinion of me is nothing I'll spend a lot of time worrying about. I've learned over time that nothing enrages a flamer more than a casual disregard of his opinion about one's self, so there's also the added attraction for me of watching such people fume when I take them rather less seriously than they take themselves. So, if you really want to amuse me this way, by all means go right ahead.

I don't really have problems with this type of thing here, but over on PetHobbyist? I'd so like to implement a policy along these lines. Tragically, there is a whole department over there dedicated to nothing more than preventing me from telling the users what I really think of them. Can you imagine having as part of your job description, "Keeping Christie from killing people who want to know how to tell when their dog is having her period?"

Did I mention I've listened to "Dust in the Wind" 50 times in a row?

Comments

[gina]

"I honestly, truly and sincerely could not give a runny crap in a bucket about your opinion of who I am, how I live my life, what you think of my opinions, etc. That being the case, trying to flame me is really a waste of your time." -- John Scalzi

When I read that, I decided you and Mr. Scalzi must have been separated at birth, or were the same person in a different life ... uh ... except you're both alive in the same time frame ... um ... whatever.

Dust in the Wind.

Seriously?

Dust. In. The. Wind. I'm trying to wrap my mind around this, and it ain't happening.

I'm at the very, very tail end of a massive book project, as you well know. So I am going to pretend that in fact my reading "Dust in the Wind" in relation to your music taste is merely a manifestation of end-of-book insanity.

[Christie Keith]

Snort.

The Dust in the Wind thing is freakish. I agree.

As to me and John Scalzi, no shit. I'd tell him to get out of my head but he seems like the kind of person I don't mind hanging around in there.

[gina]

In all fairness, I have to admit to my own odd music thing. Today, I have listened to R.E.M.'s "Stand" about 20 times. Can't get enough of it. Why? Who knows.

OK ... we have to stop this. It's getting way too Live Journal-y. (Sorry, Travis.)

[Travis]

Ooohhh, R.E.M's Stand. I'll have to get it from iTunes when I get paid again. Love that song. Perfect for work. :)

Travis

P.s. --- Live journally, blah, blah, blah.