Legend of the Corsair

So this morning started with some poetry writing - see my last post for that. It's surprising that, since I've gone not just gluten free but dairy free as well, I've started writing again. I don't know if it was a brain fog, something to do with how I was feeling behind the glutinous and casein-coated monster that had been holding me in its slimy grip all these years versus how I can feel (am feeling) when I've broken the chains made from methane blown mucus bubbles.

Yeah, metaphor slipping at the end there - only thing I could come up with is milk comes from cows, cows produce methane.

How's that for imagery? Great flipping toads of grandiosity. I'm not ecstatic or anything, but I am happy and enjoying the fact that I can get things done. This is the same happiness that I was feeling during the first five days of vacation back in July. I'm still feeling irritation at appropriate moments (idiot drivers etc.), am able to relax, sleep a full eight hours, have both focused and unfocused periods at work, and so forth. In other words, I'm just as normal as the next person that isn't weighted down by heavy food allergy and intolerance symptoms.

I absolutely despise the fact that I have that niggling worry, the one that questions the state of my neuro-chemical balance whenever I'm feeling happy. There was nothing to the suppositions but it almost always intrudes, though less often as the years go by thank goodness. Self doubt sucks ostrich eggs.

One last thing before wrapping this post up: I've suddenly realized that the problem with blogging intermittently is that I likely get lost in the "noise" of more frequent posters couple with the likelihood that intermittent readers never even see my posts. So those of you out there who have occasionally been catching my infrequent posts - and have either mutely read or posted a comment - thank you.

Good night internets.

Interesting story over here about how SUP is making certain words disappear from the LJ world. I can no longer state in my interest lists that I love eating at Cracker Barrel Restaurants. I had heard about this starting when someone realized that one of their interests was no longer listed on their profile, and that it wasn't a glitch that made it so.

It is amazing the way that censorship is coming to be the norm for this, our one beloved Live Journal. Why are we still here? Any of us? You think it doesn't affect you? Think again.

What is that poem? The one where it starts out that one group is persecuted and taken away, one after another, while this person just looks on and does nothing... by the time they get to that final group of people who just stood by and let all the others get taken away, there is no one to come and help them. They only think of the importance of helping to keep others from persecution when they are the ones who are getting slammed into the cattle cars to be taken away and killed. Yes. I am dramatizing the situation on purpose, people.

Linked oppressions are only good in that there are more people who can band together to fight back against the oppressors.

EDIT: I am now discovering that perhaps it was SA that put this crap in the code, right before they offloaded it to SUP... Via: ljspeaks