The Last Road

Living every day like it's the last… because one day, it will be.

Posts Tagged ‘strange meetings’

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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How I Met Mia

Posted by Rystefn on August 11, 2008

I didn’t stay gone so very long, really. Well, that should be obvious, I think, since here I am typing… well, I guess that’s not so obvious to those of you who don’t know me so well. When I say that I’m going off into the woods, or to the beach, or sailing, or any of several statements of the sort, I mean that I’m getting myself seriously gone. No phone, no internet, no CD player, or hand-held video game… Just me and the world. Well, that’s the plan. Sometimes there are other people there, and sometimes I don’t avoid them. Sometimes I do, but sometimes I strike up a conversation. Most people don’t wander off into the deep woods, fifty miles from the nearest city, and the people that do are often interesting sorts. This weekend, I met Mia out there, and I was reminded of why I don’t always hate everyone… Read the rest of this entry »

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