Blog of Billy

As has been brought up elsewhere, the Billy-Casey romantic interaction is no longer. It's upsetting, but I really think for the best.

At the time of my divorce, I decided that I would try my best to lead a life that had no secrets. I consider myself an open book, in that anyone can ask me any question they want, on any topic, and I will respond fully and truthfully. I have nothing and have done nothing that I need to hide. It's kept me from making a lot of mistakes in my day, as I can't justify that "if no-one knows, then it didn't happen." It had another, more devilish advantage too, in that if I got the story of what all happened with Rosie out in the open first and most plainly, then I could control the rumors, and be sure that popular opinion was on my (correct) side. It worked really well. The rumor mill does not work against you when the most reliable source for information is your own openness.

The problem that I'm running in to is that very few people seem to share this ethos. I decided as an amendment a while back that any of my secrets are available, but I can hold the secrets of others. Tales that I don't "own" are not tales that I can decide whether to share or not. I have to respect the decision of the person that crafted the tale. Unfortunately, the "ownership" of stories as such is often not so cut-and-dry. How do I deal when I am involved in the creation of the story, but it's non-trivial to make it public? Historically, I try to throw some disclaimers out before I do anything worth gossiping about. Darn if I forgot this time. Now I have to climb up the back side of the bracket to make all of this work out according to how I see the world.

The 4th of July was entertaining in the way that only the Man can make it. My first run-in with the Moore police came at about 1 in the morning when all the fireworks that Chris Brodt and our various associates were shooting off in the backyard became subject to civil forfeiture. Granted, just a warning, but that's a good start. Certainly, the Man did not need to bring the 'cuffs and backseat rides.

Also, the rain? Yeah, we can be done with that.

Transformers is a good flick, but you don't need me to tell you that. Just go see it, and get excited for the sequel.

And if you're not content to just believe
And if you don't consent to just let it be
Stretch out your legs and dance with me
All night.