I'm a cynic, a jade one at that. I have a view of the world that not many agree with. That's all right, I'm not going to force my opinion of society as a whole down anyone's throat. But I do so love to debate over it.
In the meantime, I'll write about anything that pleases me. Whether it be concerning work, my sex life, or my social life. It all gets stuck in here.
[sarcasm]Aren't you all so lucky to read this?[/sarcasm]
I normally have a great number of projects taking place at one time. Typically, these are all websites, or involving Role Play; quite frequently, both.
Split Infinity Radio - I'm a DJ/On-Air Personality with Split Infinity Radio, which caters to the gaming community, geared towards MMOs. Visit us in the IRC room, request songs, general harassment abound. Fun stuff. Just look for DJ Jules!
trolloc - This is a Wheel of Time LJ comm I run with my husband Alec [pendrag]. randland & wheeloftime - Can you tell I obsess over WoT? m15m - This woman is absolutely hilarious. Go on, read some of her rewrites! narg - Narg stay. Narg smart!
The House by the Side of the Road by Sam Walter Foss
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars, that dwell apart, In a fellowless firmament; There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths Where highways never ran- But let me live by the side of the road And be a friend to man.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road Where the race of men go by- The men who are good and the men who are bad, As good and as bad as I. I would not sit in the scorner's seat Nor hurl the cynic's ban- Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man.
I see from my house by the side of the road By the side of the highway of life, The men who press with the ardor of hope, The men who are faint with the strife, But I turn not away from their smiles and tears, Both parts of an infinite plan- Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man.
I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead, And mountains of wearisome height; That the road passes on through the long afternoon And stretches away to the night. And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice And weep with the strangers that moan, Nor live in my house by the side of the road Like a man who dwells alone.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by - They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong, Wise, foolish - so am I. Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat, Or hurl the cynic's ban? Let me live in my house by the side of the road And be a friend to man.