I also have to remind myself that while the news LOVES to report bad stuff, good stuff is rarely, if ever reported. I don’t know the dog story, but I do feel proud that my parents and myself get our dogs from boxer rescue. We take in boxers that nobody wants for whatever reason. Along these lines, I have a friend who’s training a service dog and in-laws who have fostered a ton of strays they literally found on the street.

I also try to be the change I want to see in the world. Even in WoW, I try to be a friendly, helpful, and kind person. I try to post helpful comments or defend those who need defending from trolls.

And I keep the internet f***-wad theory in mind at all times.

Plus, you’re from NEPA, which makes you bonus cool in my book (okay, so maybe you’re weird in the same way I’m weird and I think that’s cool, especially when my husband shakes his head at my “NEPA” customs).

And question for the internet: Joel or Mike? (Joel!)

Simply here it is, the world is full of scrambled eggs, some can not help it they are a product of the darkness that has consumed our society, however there are a few of these eggs that are trying to unscramble themselves. Those are the ones that you pour everything you have into to make sure they survive because they are our hope and future.

This is what I have to tell myself everyday when I stare in to the abyss and it keeps me going.

I am a pretty private person and don’t usually share information about others in general, even if it is not sensitive information. I grew up learning the hard way that even if it doesn’t *seem* sensitive, it could be, in fact, sensitive due to factors I know nothing about. I would probably not choose to spread information in that way unless it was about someone in my very immediate family or a friend I was very comfortable with. At that point, I would feel like I had a good handle on what could be shared/should be left private. That’s just a personality thing, I think, though. I do feel that if a situation like this particular blogger’s was happening to me, I would want all the prayers I could get and would feel loved if the Interwebs were afire with good feelings going out toward me and my family. That, despite the fact that I can’t bring myself to tweet and re-tweet about the situation myself. Also, since said blogger’s husband is updating for all I think he is probably okay with it?

Even during the mid-east peace talks i expect to hear Zoidberg mentioned at least once.

However, reading and commenting on blogs takes longer, so this might not be all win. At least not for my employers. (j/k)

If I didn’t think I knew them at all then I’d feel conflicted about speaking up because one half of my mind would be all like “Oh yeah, great, some random person who may not have even realised that they had a (insert person with tie here) is giving me what amounts to nothing more than an empty platitude.” and the other half would be all “Whomever the person is, they’ll be glad to know that someone cares for them in whatever small way.”

And it’s hard to know which way to go because people are so different. What would be ‘caring’ for one person might be ‘yeah thanks for reminding me, jerk-i-don’t-even-know’ for another.

But the more I communicate with someone the more I know which is better. There are some of my closest friends who hate sympathy. There are others who would want nothing more than a giant (clothed) group hug. Many of my friends like that I revert to humour or off-topic situations but others prefer to keep things serious. Eventually it’s all down to who that person is.

That’s why the first few months of replying to a new blog are always the hardest, because you’re trying to find your footing…

Humans may not be as unique and individualistic as we each claim, but we’re damn varied nonetheless.

So yeah… that’s a big way of saying “it depends”.

[I'm hopeless with netiquette. Is it okay that I'm having a conversation with you on TJ's blog. (although type that and the answer seems obvious)]