Post #1
My fears are realized -- the lj of
dmyersta expresses certainty as to the lj of
itmeson! (Didn't my first post warn against such? But no, the warning was too vague, I see that now in hindsight.) Beneath such reflection, there is no shadow, subterfuge, doubt. This injection of certainty into the system has collapsed the wave beneath me; I am reified. Oh, woe, woe, I am brought low as the lowest, most poisonous mammals.
I must beg your pardon, all your pardons. For the foreseeable future, please de-reify me.
This is not (I am not) MDN, only a ghost whispering to the livejournal he/she/it/they might (yet?) create. I strive at my utmost to be faithful. But for the nonce I cannot be true.
P.S. If any of you would like to help (any assistance from MDN would be especially appreciated!), just contact me, and we'll figure out some way you can be
itmeson too.
I also cannot express how happy I am that winter has finally departed New England! It is almost too hot now. The Boston Marathon times were certainly abysmal. Once I get these knees patched up, I could probably match some of those finishing times. And "Hydrate or die" has fallen off the bandwagon -- there were several runners this year who collapsed due to over-hydration and had to be treated with concentrated salty broth. My high-school running coach must be simply aghast.