oh my gawd

By some horrific turn of events (I totally blame the Internet Archive Wayback Machine and a sudden fit of nostalgia), I’ve managed to recover a collection of poetry I wrote between 2001 and 2003.

It’s positively dripping with the angst of an oversexed, underpaid college freshman.  What can I say?  I’ve always had a penchant for the dramatic.  But, seriously.  “Ketchup love?”  And what’s with the pointed aversion to capital letters?

More importantly, how is it that the me of 2007 cannot comprehend what was going through the mind of the me of 2003?  Have I really changed that much?  Obviously I have, but I can’t pinpoint a time in the last four years when I said to myself, “Self, from now on, you will stop being such a drama queen, and you will start using proper punctuation!”

It’s funny how change sneaks up on you like that.  I can only imagine how much I will laugh if/when I dredge up this blog in, say, 2015.

In any case, for your amusement and my embarrassment, I present to you:  Why I am a photographer, and not a poet.

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lawl

Because the Facebook is always good for a giggle!  I should log in more often.  Look what I found in my messages this morning:

From: Caroline Moore <—– The impostor, location blacked out to protect the innocent… err… idiot.

To: Caroline Moore <—– Me, the real one.

Subject: BITCH YOU SOTLE MY FUCKING NAME!

Message: I HATE YOU YOU STOLE ME FUCKING DAMN NAMEEE

In my defense, I don’t recall having ever sotle (or is it sotled?) anything in my entire life.  And apparently the other Caroline Moore is Irish – she got me bleepin’ name, and me Lucky Charms, too!

Just in case there was any confusion, I’m the Caroline Moore who can spell, even when I’m drunk.

Move along, move along, nothing to see here.

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random things

A while ago I signed up to participate in an art project of sorts sponsored by Coca-Cola and Look-Look Magazine.  The idea was that you’d send in a sample of work for approval, and if you were accepted, you’d get to participate in a bunch of random creative challenges that might get published or might not.  Chance to win prizes and all that.  I submitted work, was accepted into the program, and promptly forgot about it because a) I haven’t felt very creative recently and b) the full-time job started.

Well, apparently I didn’t read the fine print carefully enough, because yesterday I received an envelope in the mail from Coca-Cola.  In it was a note that said, “Thanks for participating in our project!  Here’s your gift card, as promised.”

Gift card?  Eh?

Sure enough, after digging around in the envelope a little, I find a $25 iTunes Music card.

Now, the problem is that I have absolutely no idea what to download.  I’m not exactly “hip” to the music scene these days.  I pretty much like what I like, and I listen to what I like, and that’s that.  My iPod gets updated with new music, oh, once every six months.  Most of what’s on the radio is obnoxious (not necessarily because it’s bad music, but because it’s overplayed), and I’m not really the type to go searching out new music.  So tell me – what are you listening to these days?

Unexpected free stuff made up for the fact that my guild’s first attempt at Onyxia wasn’t as successful as we’d hoped.  The good news is, we’re pretty darn sure that it was lag that killed us repeatedly, and not just inexperience.  A 1.5 second heal should not take 5 seconds to cast, if you get my drift, and it’s much harder to stay alive when you think you’re standing in a safe spot, but on server time you’ve actually run into a mob of angry whelps.

Phase 1: OK
Phase 2: OK
Phase 3: Lag!  Death!  Destruction!  You lose!

I’m confident our next attempt will be successful if the servers are stable by then.  Hopefully at that time I’ll have some decent screenshots to show as well.  This round I was too busy crying for my mother from the floor of Onyxia’s Lair to take pictures.  That is One. Big. Dragon.

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