Words have power. I used to think of this journal as intermittent notes about the Red Queen's Race -- running and running to stay in the same place. However, if I choose the Red Queen's Race as a metaphor for my life, I'm not likely to get anywhere -- especially not anywhere I want to go. I don't want to revisit where I've been (for the most part), and I really really don't want to stay stuck where I am. Therefore:
Down the Rabbithole, and what the Red Queen found there...
Note to all: I try to be rather anonymous here, since the reader of today might be the hiring manager of tomorrow. Most of my posts are public, since I have WINOLJ friends who I want to be able to read this. I'm not absolutely strict about it, but in general I avoid Proper Names and Geographic Pointers. I' truth, I think I'm Dorothy [Parker --thnx, lyonesse] The Small And Meek, and no-one really gives a shit, but I'd rather err on the side of caution.
Please respect this, and don't reveal my True Name, place of residence, etc. here or in your comments. I don't identify myself by my nom de LJ in the Real [consensual?] World without this disclaimer; do you likewise, if you can.
That said, if you slip up or space out, I promise not to eviscerate you.