Icons

kitap needed icons. Well, maybe she really doesn't need icons, 'cuz I think she's only post, like, twice. And she hasn't actually asked for icons, either.

But I made some for her anyhow.



They are all from Stingray. (He's the one with the sunglasses, finabair.)

My personal Catch 22

I'm not really good at this journal stuff.

I mean, I'm not a sharer by nature. I don't readily chat about myself and, on the occasions that I do, it's never deeply personal. Just the way I am.

I discuss my views on things, mind you. Want to discuss politics, religion, the state of the world in general, how technology has affected the world or if it's better to save the old woman or the Rembrandt painting from the burning building, I'll be glad to do that. I love philosophy and will debate anyone about anything at the drop of a hat.

Of course, it's rare that I can find anyone who I can have such discussions with. I find that most people can't discuss or debate without taking everything personally. I, on the other hand, don't really need to change your mind or convince you that I'm right. What I'm looking for is an exchange of ideas, the cat and mouse game of verbal sparring, and, as long as you don't get personal, the pure joy of getting in that one point that no one else saw coming.

I've never found a way to duplicate that on the Internet -- there is too much time and distance that separates the participants and the lack of verbal and non-verbal cues and inflections make it too easy for small misunderstanding to become personal vendettas. Plus, my debate style becomes more predatory online and not every appreciates being lured into agreeing with something they normally wouldn't.

I am also, I admit, leery of letting my views open to anyone out there. In real life I can spot a troll a mile off and easily avoid contact. On the internet I can either restrict my posts to just my friends or I can chance the possibility that some over zealous idiot will take over my journal and totally destroy the discussion. I work to have a low recognition factor online, I try hard not to leave too many marks that can lead, say, my students (or their parents) to me. Just safer, that way.

Of course, that means that most of the time my journal is filled with light-hearted fluff. I'm really more substantial than that, honest. *sigh*

*ponders*

Perhaps I'll do a more "controversial" post in the future. Of course, I may just put all that energy into writing on BreckenHaven.

I'm full of excuses.... *grin*

Look! Fluff!

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Stalking along the tarmac, cutting down all who dare stand in the way using a studded crowbar, cometh Partly! And she gives an ominous roar: "Ares, God of War, be praised! I come like a storm and lay waste like a hurricane!!!"

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You know, I resemble that remark.