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So, alas, I decided to step into this silly blogging world and try to use this as my jumping point to get my writing skills going again. I used to write a lot of stuff and always had a way overactive imagination, but it has died down in the last several years. So now I worry that I have lost all that I had imagined before, all the made-up action dreams that put me to sleep and hero characters out to save worlds beyond. Those thoughts always made my days go by, put smiles on my face, warmed my heart, and made my friends laugh. A time that I thought I would be forever lost in the green hills of upstate New York, but now I am in the brown desert of Arizona. I don't smile as much anymore, there are no friends around to laugh with like before, and my heart only aches from homesickness.

With this, I want to reactivate my ideas, hopes, smiles, and dreams. Let my heart feel those dreams and become warm with thoughts of good times and great stories. Though now I only have a fraction of the friends of yesteryear, I do have a handful. I get a chance to get together with them and laugh like old, but I am not like I was so long ago, full of a lot more life with no worries.

  I also have the most beautiful lady at home, with whom I am delighted to be; she helps in these times and gets me through the days when I need it the most. Sometimes it saddens me because I know I am not entirely the same person as I was years ago, not as lively as one would be, so she really hasn't met the real me. The one as described at the beginning of this random thought train. I also know that we both have had our share of life's ups and downs and are not who we were before. But all in all, we, together now, make the best of it.

I know that I will find where I need to be and get my creative juices flowing again. I know that she will see how I was before, and then life can be enjoyed the way it is supposed to be enjoyed—not just eeked by day by day but lived day by day, enjoying it all.

  I will post some nice random stuff here. I will chat about projects I am doing, tech I am working on, story ideas that float through my head, etc. Unfortunately, I am unsure of the blogger format, and right now, I am tired and don't want to look it up.

 I am half chatting with my German friend on a Hackintosh site about our lives. I can only hope he doesn't think me rude as I am only half responding to our conversation. He is one of several people I call friends on this site I chat with frequently. These are people who help a community of users on a forum. He told me to use the German word for "eelhead" = Aalkopf. As eelhead was taken, just like my gamer name of Justdead, I used names since the start of the World Wide Web and all that crazy stuff Al Gore invented. These handfuls of guys all seem like down-to-earth people I enjoy chatting with. Too bad we are spread out all over the place. Because a friendly get-together once in a while would be great. Like a board meeting, lol.

 I have some really great friends online. I wish that I could meet people like them offline, lol.

I have all sorts of plans that I hope work out and that I can keep focused on. I will use this as a drive, maybe. Once a week, I jot down my plans and thoughts like a blogger logger reminder. So again, I apologize if I wander about, but hell if I am genuinely driving this thing.

At this time, I bid farewell and will try to keep up its randomness.
eelhead (Aalkopf)


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  1. Hi Aalkopf ;)
    I would never think you are rude, and i agree with you when you told: "These handful of guys all seem like really down to earth people whom I do enjoy chatting with. To bad we are spread out all over the place because I friendly get together once in a while would be great, kinda like a board meeting".

    I'm proud i found such Friends and i'm proud to be a part of that community and you guys...and, who knows, maybe sometime the Time we'll meet us "off line" ;)

    Greetings karacho

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  2. This makes me smile and sad all at the same time. I'm happy you are on a journey for re-self-discovery and I'm looking forward to your ramblings and that have a muse but sad that you are homesick and find the brown desert so disheartening.

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