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[Dec. 29th, 2025|02:17 pm] |
This is my Live Journal.
There are many Live Journals like it, but this one is mine.
Many of my posts are Friends Only.
There are at least two filters here that you can request to be on if you are on my Friends List. One is my asshole filter. This is where I put the posts in which I am being an insensitive ass and may offend someone. The other is my sex filter. I think that one is pretty obvious.
Leave a comment if you'd like to be added to my list and/or either of those filters.
That is all. |
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| Poking my head up for a moment.. |
[Jul. 10th, 2008|11:08 am] |
Hey gang...Those of you following ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/syndicated.gif) mcmcgreevy have probably noted that my epic length posts don't get cut the way I have them formatted on my site. I'm going to work on tweaking the code a bit so that excerpts will be acknowledged in my RSS feed, but when I do so I may need a different rss feed set up and as my paid account has expired I can't set up any more.
Thanks for following. I'll try to clean it up for you ASAP. |
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| It's time to take the final bow. It's over now. |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|01:37 pm] |
If you've been paying attention to my Twitter feed over the last few days you may have picked up on the fact that I have purchased a new domain name and have been making not-so-subtle noise about creating a blog there. The decision to do so is something I've been considering for a while now, and recently I've just decided to get off my ass and get it done.
In short, I'm "leaving" Live Journal.
Now, I put "leaving" up there in quotes for several reasons. For one, I'm not deleting my account and I'm likely going to leave all of the content that is currently here alone. I'm not taking any kind of "salt the earth" attitude with all of this. I'm also still going to be reading live journal, although I'm planning to do so with the use of an RSS feeder in the future. I'm also going to set up a syndicated feed for my new blog here so that those of you who wish to simply add that to your friends list instead of browsing to my new site can do so.
But as far as new content posted in this blog? Don't expect much. I'm even removing the Twitter updates from my feed. My new site has a Twitter sidebar on it, and if you're really that interested in my tweets you can set up an account for yourself.
There are many reasons why I've decided to do this. If you're really interested in them you can click the cut tag below.
I truly appreciate all the comments that you, gentle readers, have left me over the years and I truly hope that you make the decision to add my new blog to your daily browsing list. I have genuinely made a lot of friends here over the years, and when ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) volvita convinced me that I needed to start my own LJ it was absolutely the place I needed to be. I don't think it is any more, though.
As I said on my new blog - onward and upward.
My new domain is http://www.michaelcmcgreevy.com
To add my blog feed to your RSS reader you can use the following link : http://www.michaelcmcgreevy.com/rss.cfm
If you want to follow my blog using Live Journal syndication you can add the following to your friends list - mcmcgreevy |
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| A few things I don't understand |
[Jun. 28th, 2008|12:09 pm] |
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| Please allow me to introduce myself... |
[Jun. 26th, 2008|08:28 pm] |
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Yes, I've been waiting to use that for a while now.
I've been cast in The History of the Devil! I'll be playing two characters - Court Clerk Milo Milo and boxer Daniel Mendoza.
Get your tickets now! It should be a wild ride. (While you're at it, get a few tickets to go see A Dream Play - It closes this weekend) |
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| So much hate.... |
[Jun. 25th, 2008|06:03 pm] |
I just had to throw out a mixer that I got as a present from my Mother not too terribly long ago? Why? Because at some point one of the fucking cats decided to use it as a urinal. I went to make brownies to discover some kind of thick, crusty substance in the bottom of the bowl. I thought it was some kind of Chinese sauce, because my family has a tendency to dump the sauce and fortune cookie packets from our delivery bags in the bowl. I don't understand it, but they do (especially when they always just end up in the garbage anyway...but I digress).
So I pull the bowl off and head towards the sink to clean it when I catch that smell. If you've ever been around cat piss before you know the smell I'm talking about. Disbelieving I bring the bowl up to my nose and sure enough the caked up liquid in the bowl is cat piss.
Not only was it in the bowl, it was all over the damn mixer. There's no cleaning that. I could never eat anything from it again knowing it had fetid and caked cat urine in it.
So..yeah...animals? They suck. No amount of pets and purrs makes up for this shit. I'm tired of having living beings in my house that cannot clean up after themselves and who will arbitrarily decide that it's perfectly ok to piss anywhere other than the designated bathroom areas. I'm tired of hairballs and ruined furniture. I'm tired of every black piece of clothing I own looking like ass if I sit down in my house. I'm just...yeah...
Am I going to get rid of them? No, not at the moment....but I've already gotten rid of one cat who refused to use the box. If I catch one of the two we have left doing it again that cat is gone. |
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| You're older than you've ever been... |
[Jun. 23rd, 2008|11:42 am] |
Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don't go on forever. Must have been shattering, stamped into one's memory. And yet, I can't remember it. It never occurred to me at all. We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it. Before we know that there are words. Out we come, bloodied and squalling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there's only one direction, and time is its only measure.
- Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
I'd much appreciate it if the people I grew up admiring would stop dying and reminding me of my mortality, thanks. |
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