Drama!

A good friend wrote me this morning with a short list of questions, beginning with "You finally have drama on your lj, and I miss it all?"

Exactly how I feel.

I logged in this morning to find the whole situation already played out. androkles has deFriended me, which is a real shame, since I've always enjoyed his comments. I'm sorry he only Friended me out of a feeling of obligation and I wish we could've come to some compromise between my desire to include sexually explicit material in my journal and his desire not to see any of it. In any case, for posterity's sake, here's clarification of some of what went down, as near as I can reconstruct it:

• I did not delete anyone's comments. Therefore, any deleted comments must've been cancelled by the person who posted them.
• I don't know why danthered's comment in which he calls androkles an "asshole" does not appear in my LJ, since I received notification of it as I would for a comment. Perhaps he emailed it to me and androkles only? If so, I'm sorry if he had an expectation of confidentiality. I'm a very strong believer in that privilege up until the point where it serves to conceal verbal abuse.
• This is my journal. I write about my life here. One of the things I do in life is have sex. (This is the point at which we find out how good you are at syllogisms:) Ergo, I will write about sex in this journal. I'm willing to spare people's delicate sensibilities by putting all sexually explicit material behind lj-cut tags. Just let me know.
• I do not expect reciprocity when I Friend people. I haven't Friended everyone who's Friended me and not everyone I've Friended has Friended me back. I'm fine with that. If you're not, then you must do what you feel is right.

That's all I can think of right now. Any further questions?

More drama!

I see that the brouhaha has caused androkles to question quite a few things about his LJ. His most recent entry asks for feedback about Friends lists, disallowing comments, and the like. I wrote a short reply--

--and found out he's banned me from commenting to his journal. I'm not sure why he felt the need to do this, since none of my comments to it have been sexually explicit or abusive and we haven't had any words over e-mail. In fact, we've never communicated with each other by e-mail at all. Needless to say, I'm disappointed.

Here's the text of that entry, in case he ever changes his mind about wanting to have nothing more to do with me.

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The route less travelled

This morning, my train was running late. That's nothing new. However, the CTA actually announced the fact and gave us an accurate estimate of how delayed it was. That's stop-the-presses news right there. I could've nodded, gone back to reading my book, and caught the train when it eventually arrived. But I didn't.

I thought I'd take my chance on a bus instead. However, the one I've boarded before in situations like these wasn't there, so I grabbed another that, from the map on the sign at least, seemed to go more-or-less where I needed to. I should've asked the driver, though, since it veered west a least a mile south of my workplace, forcing me to hop out and hoof it. As I reached the el tracks again, I saw the train I'd refused to wait for speed by.

But this didn't bother me a bit.

It was a beautiful morning! Fall air and summer warmth, green lawns and the first appearance of autumn tints. Wonderful! Over the course of the stroll, I discovered that the Chinese bookstore had moved yet again, that the little rose garden near the Catholic church had been totally redone, and that yet more new condos are going up on Ridge. I passed by some cute workmen, a tight group of Japanese women, and two Hispanic men with the knack for crossing just as they lost the light. (This being the 'burbs, the drivers didn't even honk at them as they waited for them to scurry across!)

I made it in on time--though not a little early, as I'd hoped--and had to stick out the first hour or so without breakfast until I could take my break and find some food. I feel awake, invigorated, and ready to do anything in the world--except finish the stupid error report due before the end of work today. Poo!