It Begins

Yo, I'm Alex. Every so often I get sidetracked by something on the internet that involves posting, discussion, or whatnot. This is one of those times. However, I guess what makes this a more likely endeavour to succeed is that I don't have to rely on forum goers to keep a thought of mine written on the internet going. It always appears to happen where you go online and get involved in either a community or become a fan of something, then wanting to get into it further. Personally I am into a lot of things that are either technology or internet based so the easiest way to get further into most of these things is to discuss it in forums dedicated for said topic. I don't know if you have ever gone into a forum, but it is a completely different way of communication. The basic format I've encountered with technology or gaming forums is usually
-generic topic
-someone says something actually decent about generic topic
-a "your mother" or witty response made by someone based on the previous post
-smartass response from a person taking the topic too seriously
-a lawl post, lolcatz post, or someone trying to bring back the snowy owl that scowls.
-and repeat after 2nd point.

Spectating this cycle usually can be entertaining. However it seems that if you break the cycle at all and -hopefully- give a good point you end up with flaming or sheer shunning. Usually it's the reason why I lose all interest in forums. That and there are only so many "Answer the question above and ask a new question," threads I can handle. Also, my lack of interest in conveying speech in text may help as well.

Tangent aside, this blog is titled Furious Linus. I felt that it would be a good starting point to really describe why I called it as such. Linus is my cat - for those wondering, I never use "What's your pet's name?" as my secret question. Linus used to be a nice, docile, and very friendly cat who would hardly ever bite or scratch you. It was a pretty good scenario considering he was a pretty big and muscular cat. One day, we sent Linus into the vet to get a blood test. He came back traumatized. Apparently he did not want the vet to take his blood so instead of simply tranquilizing him they held him down. After that he went through about a year of not liking people touching him - especially his stomach - and always giving you the evil eye. This ongoing anger gave Linus the nickname Furious Linus. There was a while where people were afraid to be around Linus, especially when he decided you were interesting to him. He would sniff you and possibly pur and butt you with his head, only to bite and scratch if you tried to scritch -yes it is a word - his ear or rub his stomach. I soon got used to his fury and he seemed indifferent to me as we both made the downstairs our domain - myself for the television and himself for the comfortable sofa top as his bed. Slowly Linus got used to me again and then became a lot more docile overall. It's usually safe to pick him up and to give him attention. If he's had enough though Furious Linus comes out.

Last part of this innaugural posting: I began my job today. The pool I was working for today had me cleaning it up for a while. It rained the entire time I was there so I was sent home early for the day. Less pay, but less work all the same. A very large change of pace from the pool I was at last year. The kids there were very lively. Despite some of them being really large thorns in your foot they at least gave some spice to the day. I think I'll finish my 1000 page book in the next 2 days working though.