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Friday, March 19, 2004 Introspection (a.k.a. Navel Gazing) This weblog has no focus. Sure, a lot of weblogs are filled with personal ramblings but at least they stick to one form most of the time. Maybe it's political punditry or a personal journal. Maybe it specializes in a particular topic. Maybe it's just link and commentary. Or maybe it's just memes. Or a certain combination of the above. Readers know what to expect. However, I'm all over the place. Diffused. My thoughts bounce from one subject to the next and I'm forever putting down what strikes my fancy at that particular moment. It could be fiction, science, rants, links, memes, ruminations, the rare picture. The length of my posts vary like a yo-yo and any given reader would have to wade through all the noise to get to what they're looking for. And why do I also get the feeling that I'm expected to write a certain way? Maybe I'm temporarily off my rocker. I just have to get back into that mode of not caring that other people think I'm a crackpot because I'm completely veering off topic. Now for the Off Topic Stuff: Monstrous Numerology Calculator. What I got: Name number--4, Destiny number--22, Personality number--4, Soul urge--9. Make of that as you will. I'm rich and I'm living well. Shopping here is part of that. A report of the patronage of British supermarkets in the Guardian. I wonder how it'll pan out for American supermarkets and grocery stores. The nearest grocery store for me is this pretentious little place populated with yuppies, college students who are wannabe yuppies, old ladies who have too much money to spend on stale pasteries, and soccer moms with rich husbands and obnoxious kids. I detest it, but it's the only place to go within walking distance ever since the other cheaper grocery store closed out about a year ago. [posted by S. Y. Affolee on 4:32 PM : ]
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