Trivia realities

I'm doomed to become trivia. Or trivial. There's probably a difference, but the distinction can't be made by a dumbass like me. As a person, I really don't care what you think of me - as long as you think something. The thing that gets me is becoming some blank faced person in the background of a memory - the concomitant being sipping cranberry and vodka during the taping of a better memory, thus equaling out somewhere around the red shirted bastards who die before the first commercial break on Star Trek.

I'm sure there are those who'll remember poorly, those with wide waists and poor taste, but that's fine. I deserve it. Remember the time I got the Phi Mu house picture and put the caption "Find the Fake Girls", then circled the whole thing? Or the time I said "I've never met a Zeta that wasn't burned at the stake in the previous life?" and then got bombarded with IMs, which I then put in my profile because they were loaded with spelling errors and grammar problems? How about when I caused that fight at the black culture society... Oh wait... They did that on their own. Ha! See that comment right there? That's why I'll be poorly remembered.

But that's not a big deal. I just want to linger on after I'm gone, be remembered for anything good or something gone wrong. Think about how many kids you've gone to school with. Thousands in high school, hundreds in middle and elementary. Of all those people, how many can you remember without a photo? How many can you recall with one?

Being forgotten is how The Neverending Story started. BTW - Neverending my ass, we stopped at Part III. Bond is more neverending then that flying dog/eel muppet. So unnatural how that blinked. 'Ooooh it was the 80's. Give them a break.' Shut up, Sean! Things age poorly for a reason. They shouldn't be given mental breaks because of the time it took place in. Is anybody giving "It Takes A Village" by Hillary Rodham Clinton a second read? No. Shut up.

Things wither away in time because everything does. I'm trying to be the exception. And if I have to majorly asshole it up and stab your tires, steal your kids candy, and ruin this season of Lost to do it, I will.

Reminders for class: Job Hunting Is Fun.