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Posts Tagged ‘SkepChicks’

Are you Stalking Me?

Posted by Rystefn on July 23, 2011

So, looking at my stats this evening, I came across a curiosity. The top search that’s leading people he is still “opposite of regret,” as it has been since I wrote the post (the English language really seems to need a word that means that… can we hijack one from somewhere else? German? Japanese? Portuguese, I’m looking at you…), but the second place entry was “Rystefn Skepchick.” Now, either someone is really interested to see what I have to say on the subject, or someone’s digging around for a connection, right? Am I missing something?

Look, there’s a history there, and it’s no secret. I’ll give you the whole story, and believe me, I don’t come off as the good guy in it, if you like. I’m just curious: if you’re one of the people running that search, what are you looking for?

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Of Elevators and Keynotes and Other Fancy Things

Posted by Rystefn on July 7, 2011

So apparently people have been following my comments back here. Given that my last post was a year and a half ago, I don’t imagine it’s serving much purpose. Now, I can’t imagine a reason why anyone would follow one of my comments back here unless they cared to some degree or another about what I’ve been saying, I guess I should go ahead and spell it out neatly, in plain English, all in one place. Yes, this is going to offend some people. No, I don’t give a shit.

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Happy Day

Posted by Rystefn on July 13, 2009

Yes, I know I’m likely to catch flak for this. No, I don’t care. It doesn’t matter to me that several of the people involved no longer consider me a friend or that the rest never did. It doesn’t matter that one of the principles apparently has a pretty serious dislike for me. It is still a happy day for me to find out Rebecca got married this weekend.

It is, in fact, just about the coolest wedding I’ve ever seen. Those of you who don’t know anyone else involved will still appreciate the execution, I think, and get a kick out of the ringbearer. For me, the joy on so many faces I have come to know and to care about is more than enough cause for happiness. I’ve been a lot of places, and seen a lot of things, but nothing in this world can compare to the wonder and joy of love. I doubt anyone reading this will ever understand how much it means to me for someone I only ever met in person once to be so happy, nor why it should affect me so. Hell, I doubt if I really understand it myself. Still, this is honestly one of the happiest days I’ve seen this year, and I’m endlessly glad of it. I wish the both of them many long and happy years.

Rebecca, if you ever read this, I owe you for one wedding present. Since I don’t exactly know where you’re registered, I’ll just say that any object or action it’s in my power to give is yours for the asking. All I ask in return is that you be happy.

Edit: Almost as soon as I posted this, the song “Let Love In” started playing, and I got all teary-eyed all over again. What can I say? I’m a romantic at heart.

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New York

Posted by Rystefn on July 25, 2008

So, many of you know I’m going to New York for a weekend of skepticism and sexy women in about three hours. Many of you were expecting me to write something up before I left. I have to apologize to JanieBelle and to A, about that. This week, interference with my writing plans constantly arose from all directions. You all know my weakness for pretty girls, so blame Rebecca (different Rebecca), Sabrina, Sam (different Sam), Rachel, and Kate (different Kate) for my inability to spent my sleepless nights writing this week. Everyone seemed to need to say goodbye before I left for some reason. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think they had some sort of suspicion that I might not be coming back. Where they would arrive at the idea that I’d travel off somewhere, forget to come back, and wind up essentially living in the place I had meant to visit is beyond me. I mean, I haven’t done that more than a dozen times so far in my life, I think… Give or take a few.

Anyway, I suppose I have quite a fair chunk of writing to do next week, no matter where I happen to be located physically at the time. I think I technically owe A double, one for this week and one for what I was supposed to write next week anyway. A, you’re lucky you’re so pretty, smart, entertaining, and all-around sexy, otherwise I might view it all as a chore instead of feeling like I owe you for going to NY this weekend instead of San Diego. Hope you’re having a good time at Comic Con, and tell Phil I said thanks for everything… Also, the request for pics of him raising a glass in my name still stands. 😛

Anyway, I won’t promise to come back from NY with pics, partly because I can’t promise to come back, but mostly because I know myself too well to think I’m likely to remember to take pictures. I’ve a long and glorious history of being far too caught up in the moment to take photographs, and I don’t expect that to change in the near future. Now, I’m off to finish packing, I was putting off doing it… and it worked.

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