Hey folks, this is my last post here at Xanga. As luck would have it, this is also my first post over at that other blogging place.
And hey, what better way to go out, or start off, than with a polar bear getting hit in the head with a watermelon.
(Inspired by @michellelyng‘s melon-headed polar bear.)
^_^
Based from the ideas posted at http://inkfell.wordpress.com/2013/07/08/deities-2/
(With thanks to @meddwl)
WATER – “depicted most often as part woman, part fish, with scales or fins.”
AIR – “depicted as a bird, often an eagle, or occasionally a dragon.”
FIRE – “depicted as a woman ablaze.”
EARTH – “depicted as a dark-skinned, broad-chested man.”
I’m leaning towards buttopotamus myself.
In which I think out loud about the concept of “for the last time, ever” and various bits of my life.
It’s a weird concept “for the last time, ever”. Ominous. Gloomy. Attach it to something otherwise bland, “Jon had a cup of tea”, and it takes on a far more serious meaning, “Jon had a cup of tea for the last time, ever.”
Now, some of these things are straight forward. By the end of this month, a lot of folks will be doing things on Xanga for the last time, ever. (I’ll be one of them. -_-)
But what I find weird, and even interesting, are the “for the last time, ever”-s that fly under the radar. The ones that aren’t thought about much until years down the road. Like, if you KNEW you were doing something for the last time, would you do things the same way?
It’s kind of strange. For me anyway. I never feel like life has clear, well defined borders, neatly segmenting things into periods & eras. But looking back on things, it’s a whole different story.
Like hanging out with friends, during student days.
Or the venerable tradition of Saturday Morning Cartoons.
Or playing videogames on some old consoles, like the Atari 2600, or the NES.
Or recording songs from the radio.
Or listening to songs recorded from a radio. On a walkman.
Hell, I’m at a point where I can look back on food & meals from many moons ago, that I had for the last time ever.
Now, I’d be lying if I said it’s not tempting to want to dwell on the past, ranting about the good old days. (Before the dark times, before the prequels.) But, accepting the past for what it is, I find it fun to occasionally wonder how things might have gone down if I were aware that it was for the last time ever.
