kyburg | Gah. Take a chill pill, people!

silverkun is sure to like this. So would anyone who has to work tech support.

I wouldn't sweat the live action Transformers movie yet. They're still shopping for a studio. This is one step sideways of development hell. Trust me. They've already taken it to the people who did Spiderman, X2, The Hulk...and they said no. What do you really think their chances are, anyway?

It's a slow news day. Relax.

In other news,

There are two people on my friends list I would love to bitchslap right now. Won't mention names. Wouldn't be cool. Suffice it to say, if you *think* this might be you, fergitaboutit. It's not you.

I also invoke the right of This is My Journal and I'll Write What I Want In It. Why? It's absorbed enough of my imagination on more than three occasions today - I need to put this down.

*ahem*

Long-distance relationships work only when there is effort and commitment made to put the two parties in permanent geographic proximity as quickly as possible.

I said this a year ago. You twits.

Now, I see you breaking up in the worst way - clawing each other to bloody shreds. Why? For reasons that would never have come up if you had made being together a priority. I even offered to help.

I don't know if you two can survive what you've done to each other. I do know this - wringing you hands, saying you have what you deserve is pointless. People rarely get what they deserve and when they do, it's often coincidence at best.

People get what they work for.

You can often find real whackos on the internet; however, if there is only one person who is your soulmate on this earth - it makes finding them possible. Once that happens, though - the rest is up to you. I know of what I speak.

unclejimbo said something interesting to me last night - "I never though I'd own a house in California. Jeez!" Then he thanked me for coming into his life.

The house is nice. The location is nice. We are where we are because he's here, now. If I wasn't around, no, he wouldn't be in California...maybe not even living in a house at all. If we hadn't met.

For me, it's more simple. I would have gone through the rest of my life without my Love. That, now that I know him, would be unthinkable.

It was risk, children. Bare-ass, hold-on-with-your-fingernails risk. I stook my neck waaaay out there, both emotionally and fiscally. So did he.

You were so damn cute when you met.

Surely, you know how to talk to each other. Think about it. You fell in love with what was between the ears, not what was between the legs or how they used it. Work to your strengths - if you want it bad enough, that is.

One of you is going to have to move. Or, both of you move. Like, Japan or something.

But saying "I love you. I miss you. I want to be with you," and then doing nothing to make it a reality is just stupid. Pretty little crack fantasies have their place. But not when you toy with someone's heart. It's just not right.

Decide. Don't quibble, fingerpoint or whine. You gonna do that, why bother? This is too important.

Or maybe you enjoy the taste of ashes, huh?

Consider this my virtual version of cracking your two thick skulls together.

Ghad, I hate stupidity. Life's too short.

And I'm not brave. I hate rollercoasters and freeway overpasses. I'm a wuss.

Tonight - more attempts to get a computer on the network at home. Wish me luck.

Yeah, I feel better now. Fuck me.