The Best of Intentions

I have been meaning, for weeks, to update this journal with a Mega Fandom Reentry Post. Really, weeks.

Instead, I keep getting interrupted by work matters. And then yesterday, I got a new PC at work, and it is so awesome it has been taking up all my work time! It is the niftiest nifty thing in Nifty Land. It has a 19" flat screen monitor! It has a CDRW drive! It has NO ADMINISTRATIVE CONTROLS, allowing me to download whatever I want...and I wanted WinMX, to download songs. BAD GIRL, I know.

It has GAMES and more memory than you can shake a stick at.

But it does not have my supershai and I miss her deeply. She and I have been online friends for 4 years, and we finally got to meet last Saturday, a pic of which I posted yesterday.

More, more, more to say. Not enough time. I would just like to say that I recently read angiej's Trouble in Paradise, and I am HUMBLED by her amazing writing. I have been mentally composing an email full of praise to send her for several days, since I completed TiP. Have not had time to sit and actually write it. Will make time this week.

Want to shout out my girl chandrah. Though she doesn't post about it, her fic never ceases to amaze me either.

With such talented authors on my reading list, it's no wonder I get performance anxiety at the mere thought of sitting down and outlining that fic that's been bouncing around in my head.

Lastly, my wonderful, adoring boyfriend, Raph, bought me floor seats to last Thursday night's Bon Jovi show at Giants Stadium. MUCH fun was to be had. MUCH, MUCH fun. It poured on us the whole time, and we loved every second of it. Jon Bon Jovi, ladies and gents, is one of my favorite singers in the world.

Ta for now, y'all!

and now, a haiku

Passing time with queenofserpents until The O.C. About to start. Must dash.

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the world

I can't let myself go to bed without typing this entry. I saw something today that while isn't uncommon, touched me and I can't forget it.

I was sitting on the train after work today, which I do every day. A homeless man was on the train, stumbling up and down the aisle in between the two rows of facing seats. He was telling his story in a voice that had become rough and dry with lack of fluids, perhaps lack of regular use. Perhaps lack of everything.

There was nothing new about his story, either. He'd been beaten badly 2 years ago by a gang of teenagers, described his injuries. A man fallen on "hard times," as people say. He asked for change, anything at all that anyone could spare. It happens. It's happened many, many times to me on the streets of New York.

But then he did something that does not always happen. He got down on both knees and begged. His back was to me, so I couldn't tell, but his voice changed, and it sounded as if he was crying. He just kept saying, "Please? Please?" with this little plaintive note in his voice.

I didn't give him any money. I didn't see anyone give him anything. I feel so, so guilty. But what would a dollar have done, really? I prayed that he would find some real help, that someone connected with some shelter or some other source of aid would find him and be better equipped to handle his heartfelt request. I truly feel that I couldn't have done anything more worthwhile than pray for this man, no matter what circumstances led him to be on that train begging strangers for pocket change. But I still feel helpless and guilty, and maybe I should have given him some money. I don't know.

The worst part is that there are many people like him, all over the country, the world, who need help. What can we do for them that will be longlasting and meaningful?