In the course of a meeting I attend regularly, a co-worker commented about a joke I made and said "Do you have a blog?" I confessed I had been messing around with one and commented that I was not really comfortable with this sofware that predisposes us to begin by cleverly defining ourselves.
Face it: most of us have spent our entire lives unsuccessfully defining ourselves.
My company is developing a blog policy. I don't mean to trivialize this. Our company does sensitive work which requires significant trust from our consumers. The wrong facebook could undermine this trust. What if I say the wrong thing here?
I resolved to use only my first name and be oblique about specifics.
Is it the company I'm worried about? Could it be that I am still troubled by my inability to self-describe? Let's get real: I haven't even made this site accessible to my friends. I have to think about when I'll do this. My friends are pretty random. Yikes!
Perhaps a pseudonym! Let's have a "pick a psuedonuym for the Big Tuna" contest! This would involve others' participation.
I could do this all by myself, y'know. I might go blind, though.
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pancakes
Clematis
I like to put the bleach in real slow.
Laundry notification! Click below to fluff dry.
Small Pieces
It depends on whether or not you're wrong
It depends on whether or not you want to know
After all the visitors have gone
Standing by the picture window
Throwing stones
It's all broken into small pieces
They've all fallen on the ground
I'm so sorry
Sweet Jesus
How can you carry your burden around?
How will I remember when you're gone?
How'm I s'posed to wake up when that morning comes?
After all the memories have passed
Running out like water
From a broken glass
It's all broken into small pieces.
Where you going?
I've been standing here waiting for you to come
I've been calling
Can't you hear me
From where in the world you are
Where in the world you are?
It's all broken into small pieces.
It depends on whether or not you want to know
After all the visitors have gone
Standing by the picture window
Throwing stones
It's all broken into small pieces
They've all fallen on the ground
I'm so sorry
Sweet Jesus
How can you carry your burden around?
How will I remember when you're gone?
How'm I s'posed to wake up when that morning comes?
After all the memories have passed
Running out like water
From a broken glass
It's all broken into small pieces.
Where you going?
I've been standing here waiting for you to come
I've been calling
Can't you hear me
From where in the world you are
Where in the world you are?
It's all broken into small pieces.
The Caitlin Sarah Song
My little girl is Caitlin Sarah
She's as wholesome as aloe vera
She's so sweet that I can't bear her
Caitlin Sarah
Caitlin Sarah
Caitlin Sarah, she's the most.
She's as sweet as jam on toast
Life's a party
She's the host
Caitlin Sarah
Caitlin Sarah
She's as wholesome as aloe vera
She's so sweet that I can't bear her
Caitlin Sarah
Caitlin Sarah
Caitlin Sarah, she's the most.
She's as sweet as jam on toast
Life's a party
She's the host
Caitlin Sarah
Caitlin Sarah
Spiritual Laundromat
There are cars going by
Some are waiting in line
They can make you change if you like
Some may even change your mind
Put the starch in your suit
Put detergent on your spot
While your stain is removed
You'll be losing your sock
I will wash my clothes in a river of foam
I will rinse my duds of the grass and the blood
I will close my eyes as they fluff me dry
Down at the laundromat
The spiritual laundromat
See the clothes going 'round
Hear the rain coming down
There's an old lady with bright pink stirrup slacks who says
Something strange been going down
They wash your clothes in a river of foam
Rinse your duds of the grass and the blood
They clothes your eyes as they fluff you dry
I like it when the fluff me dry like that
Down at the laundromat
The spiritual laundromat
I like to put the bleach in real slow
I don't want to mess up your clothes
You get the brightest whites you've ever seen
Look at me baby, I'm Mister Clean!
Some are waiting in line
They can make you change if you like
Some may even change your mind
Put the starch in your suit
Put detergent on your spot
While your stain is removed
You'll be losing your sock
I will wash my clothes in a river of foam
I will rinse my duds of the grass and the blood
I will close my eyes as they fluff me dry
Down at the laundromat
The spiritual laundromat
See the clothes going 'round
Hear the rain coming down
There's an old lady with bright pink stirrup slacks who says
Something strange been going down
They wash your clothes in a river of foam
Rinse your duds of the grass and the blood
They clothes your eyes as they fluff you dry
I like it when the fluff me dry like that
Down at the laundromat
The spiritual laundromat
I like to put the bleach in real slow
I don't want to mess up your clothes
You get the brightest whites you've ever seen
Look at me baby, I'm Mister Clean!
Cookin!
pancakes
Rinse, repeat.
Repeat.
The Garden
Clematis
3 comments:
What,no anonymous comments??? I didn't know you could do that!
If you click on my "comment" name, you will see that there is no "about me" on my profile. I left that section blank. You'll get no self-description from me!
Ahhhhhhh...but he might get it from others, nancyturtle! *heh*
...if you do "no anonymous commemts" you force us all to get accounts here, which we thought might damper the exchange. *shrugs*
We, too, began using as much generic info as we could. I wonder sometimes if a detective might be able to locate us all from our blog...lookit bunnies???
...we've been described as many things, tunamuse, but I don't believe "random" was ever before among those descriptions... Of course, since you haven't made this accessible to your friends, I shouldn't pole vault to any conclusions... *winces*
A pseudonym for BigTuna is a bit redundant, don't you think? ...a repseudonym?? Then we see: Posted by SAM...Some Anonymous Man???
*puts a white cane by the door*
FWIW, I like TunaMuse...tunamuse with mayonnaise *hehe*
But then it wouldn't be "self" description about me....
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