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As with a low sucking sound it slowly disappeared again, Starbuck still gazing at the agitated waters where it had sunk, with a wild voice exclaimed—“Almost rather I had seen Moby Dick and fought him, than to have seen thee, thou white ghost!”
      “What was it, Sir?” said Flask.
      “The great live squid, which, they say, few whale-ships ever beheld and returned to their ports to tell of it.”

Moby-Dick, 1851
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3-17-09  No one reads this column
Guys, FURL sucks. It has sucked for years, and I'm sorry I've been using it. I have switched over to delicious; I would have done this much sooner, but they made it really difficult the last time I tried.


4-21-08  Archives
Uhmm, apparently archives haven't really been working since late 2006. THANX for the heads up guys! They are temporarily fixed, and will stay temporarily fixed until I migrate to new software/layout. I have said some hilarious things in the last 7 years, that future generations will feel lucky I preserved. Go check them out.


1-18-08  new iPhone icon
Woah, it's been 3 years since the last news update! Fuzzysquid now has a webclips icon for your iPhone! It'll automagically show up when you add FS to your home screen. Atom and RSS feeds have been available for a few years now, but I never made special mention of it.


1-14-05  LJ images
Since it seems to be popular, and it's been linked in a lot of different places besides here, I've decided to post the LJ Images page. At least in the news, at least for now. It's also getting some Google ads because you LiveJournal people are sucking up all my bandwidth (35% for that one page!)


4-02-04  FURL
Check out what I've been browsing: FURL.net bookmark archive. Not much commentary, relevance, or sequitur—but it's what's keeping this blog from turning into a meme dumpster.





LINKS

    SQUID STUFF

  1. TONMO - The Octopus News Magazine Online. Invaluable.
  2. Angrywhale - Meet Leonard. He's an angry sort of whale.
  3. The Squid Blog - From the Laughing Squid people.



    PEOPLE I KNOW

  4. Moxyberry - Where the cousin is at. Her bookmarks here.
  5. Cranky User - Brian's bookmarks. Updated, unlike his site.
  6. Rosenstock - Her other ride is your mom.
  7. Lauren - Wet Hot Singaporean Blogging.
  8. Universal Donor - Like the prime number shitting bear, but with terrible back pain.
  9. Olivia - Who receives special dispensation from our usual policies.
BLAG  read the archive


Friday, July 15, 2005
dannyboy 9:07 PM (0)

 
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I had drinks with an old ex recently. Everyone should have a post-mortem, a few years removed. I learned a lot about myself, by being reminded of this one characteristic about her--which was simultaneously one of the best and worst aspects of her personality. She was the most supportive person I've ever known in my life. Whenever I had doubts she would tell me that I was capable of extraordinary things, that I had it in me to be the best at everything I cared to try at. She, as the saying goes, was the woman you would find behind the great man. And ultimately, this is where it broke down for us as well. I would try to talk to her about an inadequacy I felt about myself, and she would deny the possibility entirely. Reality, was something we could not always agree on.

I am exhausted from flying all day, and not sleeping all week. Last night I woke up screaming, not in terror, but... something else. The first nightmare was such a cliche. Some gory intruder going through the kitchen cabinets of my hotel suite. I've had terrifying dreams, but this was stressful, not scary. I remember his face very well, because he stood staring at me before I woke. The second nightmare was a little girl with her back turned to me, at the threshold of my room. I walked toward her, and she turned around and looked at me. There was nothing unusual about her, but I felt the need to scream. And I couldn't make a sound. I kept trying, until I woke up in my hotel room, yelling. Pretty loudly.





 
   
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