Tavie
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blogs i like:
amy
andrew
carl
barb cooking blog
boing boing
caroline
cartoon brew
chris
cityroom
consumerist
erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
gothamist
jim hill
kids in the hall lj
kithblog
matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
sarah
sarah c
sean
tea rose
toby
tom
webcomics i read:
american elf
american stickman
elfquest
lolcats!
masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd
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Sunday, July 17, 2005
Social ability is all about context. If you put me in a room of sci-fi fans, I start to feel almost arrogantly generous in my ability to listen to boring conversation, smile and laugh at the right times, not interrupt, and pretend not to notice that no one's making eye contact. I become a social gold-medalist.
Put me in a room full of "mundane" ("mundane"? Fuck, I am one of them!) people and you'll find me curled up in a corner in a fetal position, licking the Bible for strength.*
In other news, I feel terribly lonely at the moment. Weird. *McCulloch's line, not mine. Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:55 AM | shower me with attention
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