I never thought blogging would be as hard as it has lately been.
Well, I could blame the polar nights and lenghty naps by the copier, but I'm blaming the About Me-thing.
What to write on that empty little box?
I am a Finnish Fox in the empty box.
No.
I am a Finnish mother.
No. What was that I had before? Oh yes...
I am a mad Valkyrie kind of short and quiet person with tiny Moomin toes.
Oh bugger, I am too many and nothing to be described in that box.
My dear friend just pointed me how my profile is ever-changing and he's true about that all, but I'll just blame my everlasting musical crisis and Blogger, which started claiming me being a Blogger since August 2006. That wicked thing stole over six months of my life!
It was almost like that back in October 1995.
Taiga Fox: I have a doctor's appointment at 10.45.
A woman behind the desk: And your social security number is?
Taiga Fox: It's 27031988+444U.
A woman behind the desk: Could you repeat that, please? [looks closely at her megalomaniac sized computer]
Taiga Fox: it's 27031988+444U.
A woman behind the desk: I'm sorry, there is no such number.
Taiga Fox: What? How? Did you get it wrong or something?
A woman behind the desk: [repeats my social security number] No, I really mean there isn't such number. So you are not... [pause] .. alive or something.
[looks me carefully like I was a ghost or an illegal immigrant]
Taiga Fox: But I am here.
A woman behind the desk: Yes you are, but there really isn't...
oh wait,
sorry, I forgot to press enter.
It felt awful to be no-one, not living, for that short moment of my questionable existence, but now it would be so easy to be anything I ever wanted.
Why can't I just write just something on that box?
As far as I know, only three bloggers (Finnhund, Patroclus and James) would really know I wouldn't be telling the truth, because they have seen me in real life.
So here it goes:
I am 8,1 ft tall * blond cellist and have a PhD in feline psychology. I have an Afghan dog kennel and a raising political career in Japan, which amazes even myself, because I'm 17.
I have an online identity problem.
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Update:
*Was that bit too much? Hmm, it might have been. Although few weeks ago I saw a man almost tall as that. But that would turn my online identity to be something like this, wouldn't it? Is she a woman or an animal?
About Courbet (yet again)
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And so we come back to Courbet’s 1866 picture The Origin of the World (see
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12 comments:
Well consider yourself lucky!
It's far worse having an offline problem;-)
I might also have an offline smiley problem.
You are a wonderfully inventive and interesting writer in a foreign language.
Thank you Dave.
:)
(I don't have an online smiley problem.)
Re update, they way you've written it, I read that you were aged 8, and 1 foot tall. If you meant 8 foot 1 inch, the way we show that over here would be 8'1".
Yes, I'm quite confused as well.
So, as far as I know, I am a very small blonde, but brunette amazon, aged 8 or 17.
I prefer smaller women.
Dave, this isn't really an online-dating-page.
Tämä valokuva on hyvin disturbeminen. Voisitko fillia blankkija?
Fillia blankkija? You mean, I should fill the blanco? Well, isn't that wonderful, you can copy-paste any face you want there...
Hmm. That would have been handy today, after the gig and early rise.
Haubaut fill in the Danko:-)
Haubaut sounds somewhat German-ish, but I suppose I know who you are so possibly not.
I saw the 8 feet giant man today too, so I haven't made that up. He is a giant.
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