Talking to myself in a monologue

[cyrano]

Entirely contrary to the spirit of this journal as a place where it's all about me, and I write just for me, and all that, I have been considering trying to do one of those weekly polls where I try to be creative and come up with an arbitrary number of questions and ask my vast readership to share with me their unique and challenging viewpoints. Alternately, or concurrently, I've thought about putting songs online one or two at a time that I think folks should hear.
How much interest is there in something of this sort on your end? (I'm not interested in asking questions with no answers. I don't care much for rejection.) Once I find that out, I'll consider whether I can be creative once a week on demand.

Comments

[gconnor.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I can answer at least one question a week, though I might not notice the post right away :)

[phillipalden.livejournal.com]

I can answer a question a week. I'm thinking about going back to writing one article a month, so a question a week isn't too taxing

[cerulean-me.livejournal.com]

I think that it's an awesome idea!

[roisnoir.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I could be convinced to answer questions. *grin*

[irismoonlight.livejournal.com]

Hearing a familiar noise, I just jumped up from my computer chair to demand, "who's horking, and why?"

If you can ask questions that are more entertaining than THAT--and more rewarding; asking a cat why it's having a hairball is like asking the sky why it's grey-- I'm sure I could answer them on occasion. I don't promise weekly.

[mnarra.livejournal.com]

Why dont' you, instead, consider whether you need more energy-sinks than you already have. I mean, how many creative outlets can you neglect regularly before the practice makes you grumpy?

LJ, gaming, writing, writing game logs, writing games, composing mixes, social interactions....

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

That's a valid thought.
Except that I'm grumpy already. Downright crotchety.

[mnarra.livejournal.com]

Hm. Perhaps because you set yourself more tasks than you can encompass, and then give them equal weight, so that no matter which burden you fail to shoulder you may scourge yourself, claiming that all of your worth as a human being is invalidated because you failed to align all the widgets by color and texture.

Mind you, that's me I'm talking about, but I recognize some echoes in our behaviors, sometimes.

[mnarra.livejournal.com]

Oh, and. Y'know I'd be first in line to answer your Question Of The Week.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

There's a little something to that--less so than fifteen years ago, but still a something. I think most of my frustration deals in my acute sense of mortality and limited time to accomplish whatever I want, and coming to terms with the realization that I will die before I get half of what I want accomplished and that if I try to accomplish it all I will die far sooner.

Possibly unrelated. I'm reading Chandler, and he's describing a winter rainstorm in LA and I'm feeling restless and nostalgic for something that I never had. But I wouldn't mind a good long rainstorm about now. Although it would make work miserable.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Only if you've done your book writing. Or I shall have to wag my finger.

[mnarra.livejournal.com]

...sense of mortality and limited time to accomplish....

YES. And that severely limited number of moments means that each and every tiny action carries enormous weight. The brevity of the game makes each turn so precious -- how can you say which turn is unimportant, with so few?

You astonish me. This has been lurking in my head for decades, and no one has ever gotten more than an intellectual understanding of it before.

[mnarra.livejournal.com]

No! No finger wagging! I'll be good. *rolls belly up, exposing throat*

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

I feel as if I have a very visceral understanding--like I'm soaked in it, and every atom of me is colored by its stain. The trick is not getting sucked into the morbidity and faintness it can inspire and instead using it as a motivating tool. And avoiding the recklessness and foolhardiness that it can also inspire, but I really don't think I have too much to worry about there or else I'd already have packed up and moved.

[rightkindofme.livejournal.com]

I will be an occasional answerer... but not consistent most likely...

[clayrobeson.livejournal.com]

Will there be punch and pie?

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

And oh yeah let's not forget my Netflix account, wherein I am currently paying $25 a month to NOT WATCH ANY MOVIES.

[mnarra.livejournal.com]

I sometimes wish I had the recklessness...rather than the neurotic need to plan and overplan, squeeze every last bit of juice from each second's fruit.

But, yes, motivating. Silver lining, and all like that.

[mnarra.livejournal.com]

Ugh. 'V'done that. And yes, it feels foolish to cancel the account....

[tersa.livejournal.com]

I am currently paying $25 a month to NOT WATCH ANY MOVIES.

"I am currently paying $25 $12 a month to NOT WATCH ANY MOVIES." I'm paying part of it by deducting it automatically from your bills, and I'm watching some of them.

Also, you really should ask Sioux to ship you back The Game of Death DVD so you can ship it back (lord nows I'm sending enough packages to her, and she's sent stuff up to E) Or else report it to Netflix as lost or something.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

All of this is true. I should also manufacture some time to tear apart that corner of the living room and find Bottle Rocket.

[katchoo-too.livejournal.com]

I'll start you out....I have always wanted to know.... would you rather have 15 minutes of fame or 15 minutes on a Zamboni?

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

That would depend a lot on why I was famous. And why I was on the Zamboni. And I suppose *where* on the Zamboni.
However, I suspect that the degradation of being a Joey Buttafuoco, Nicole Ritchie, Stan Getz, Jessica Lynch, William Hung, Mark Felt, Steve Bartman, whoever--there would be a chance of converting those fifteen minutes into some financial comfort.