i still get like this, however sometimes it is me trying to get into the room rather than out of it. Sometimes it feels like it is the safest place to be.
Also what is going on with all the funky squares instead of photo’s have i missed something when i was away last week?
hey scrap that i have just found them apparently they are Identicons, which are a cool math-based images. Mmmmm I’m not sure anything math based can be cool!
Who could call you ugly babe???
You are one of the most beautiful men I know….inside and out.
Mind you, you’ve seen the skipster so some might say my judgement is impaired
hey dave… love the idea of it being a cot. looking at the picture in that light made me laugh. i love the idea of being a tiny little 2 year old with a beard.
hey dennis… you just have admitted it… a breakthrough! i only got used to admitting it because i had no choice. it was ‘face it’ or ‘have no life’… and i’ve always loved life.
scanartist… yeh seeing someone down when they are the author of their own downfall is indeed sad. been there done that too.
there’s a recording artist i’ve often produced who has tubular bells + tons of ethnic stuff in his studio. everytime i lean back from the keyboard i bash into them… man they’re loud!
There are times when I can breeze into a crowd and the mask is fitting great. I can convince myself I am the life and soul of the party. Other times it is the most painful experience even when I know the people really well, they may even be family. I hate the telephone, but fortunately we can check numbers these days and decide whether or not to answer. I often just refuse to answer the front door. I wish I could be warmer and more all-embracing, but I do have difficulty getting over these little foibles. I think we can all be prisoners of our fears and also our quirks.
sometimes those bars are our own doing… even sadder…
Comment by scanartist — May 9, 2008 @ 2:51 am
initial gut instinct response:
“wow.”
immediately followed by raw honesty:
“me, too…”
followed by:
“i know someone else who has the same problem…”
i wish we could all just uncage each other, and be free from all that.
yay, heaven!!!
Comment by Happy — May 9, 2008 @ 4:43 am
hey, hands off - I need my steely protection (God gave it to me for a good reason)
Comment by subo — May 9, 2008 @ 6:32 am
hmmmm, you’re afraid of going to jail? or falling in the sewer and not being able to get out? Don’t quite get it
Comment by Laura — May 9, 2008 @ 7:07 am
i still get like this, however sometimes it is me trying to get into the room rather than out of it. Sometimes it feels like it is the safest place to be.
Also what is going on with all the funky squares instead of photo’s have i missed something when i was away last week?
Comment by Will — May 9, 2008 @ 7:26 am
hey scrap that i have just found them apparently they are Identicons, which are a cool math-based images. Mmmmm I’m not sure anything math based can be cool!
Comment by Will — May 9, 2008 @ 7:29 am
At least you have the balls to admit that they are there. I fear admitting it.
Comment by dennis coburn — May 9, 2008 @ 7:36 am
Awww Jon, saw this and tears welled up in my eyes (those pesky hormones huh?).
(((((Jon)))))
Great likeness by the way.
Comment by dadube — May 9, 2008 @ 8:11 am
What, you’re scared of dark places?
Comment by zefi — May 9, 2008 @ 8:30 am
god can see all the bars and obstacles we struggle with.
(I’m an open book to you; even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking.)Ps139
he not only still loves us, but really understands, and we can trust him to stay alongside us through out our fear
sorry if this sounds a bit sugary, it’s just I do think this
Comment by subo — May 9, 2008 @ 11:32 am
i agree. thanks subo.
hey dadube… you callin’ me ugly?
Comment by jonbirch — May 9, 2008 @ 12:37 pm
hey will… baby anytime soon… how cool is that!?
Comment by jonbirch — May 9, 2008 @ 12:44 pm
i know - 5 weeks and counting. Esther is bigger than ever!
Comment by Will — May 9, 2008 @ 1:25 pm
Jon and Will - all that blokey baby talk - does this mean that the toon is really Jon in his cot!!
Comment by Dave — May 9, 2008 @ 2:07 pm
Who could call you ugly babe???
You are one of the most beautiful men I know….inside and out.
Mind you, you’ve seen the skipster so some might say my judgement is impaired
Comment by dadube — May 9, 2008 @ 2:16 pm
very exciting will!
aah… thanks dadube… i think!
hey dave… love the idea of it being a cot. looking at the picture in that light made me laugh. i love the idea of being a tiny little 2 year old with a beard.
Comment by jonbirch — May 9, 2008 @ 4:08 pm
happy no.2… i wish the same.
hey dennis… you just have admitted it… a breakthrough!
i only got used to admitting it because i had no choice. it was ‘face it’ or ‘have no life’… and i’ve always loved life.
scanartist… yeh seeing someone down when they are the author of their own downfall is indeed sad. been there done that too.
Comment by jonbirch — May 9, 2008 @ 4:13 pm
Plus…tubular bells!
Comment by Carole — May 9, 2008 @ 5:49 pm
there’s a recording artist i’ve often produced who has tubular bells + tons of ethnic stuff in his studio. everytime i lean back from the keyboard i bash into them… man they’re loud!
Comment by jonbirch — May 9, 2008 @ 6:46 pm
Does the real Jon Birch only have one thumb and three fingers on each hand?
If I had a file I’d smuggle it through those bars for you, dear.
Comment by AnneDroid — May 9, 2008 @ 10:40 pm
There are times when I can breeze into a crowd and the mask is fitting great. I can convince myself I am the life and soul of the party. Other times it is the most painful experience even when I know the people really well, they may even be family. I hate the telephone, but fortunately we can check numbers these days and decide whether or not to answer. I often just refuse to answer the front door. I wish I could be warmer and more all-embracing, but I do have difficulty getting over these little foibles. I think we can all be prisoners of our fears and also our quirks.
Comment by Carole — May 9, 2008 @ 10:55 pm
hi annedroid… no, the real me is fully appendaged with a normative quantity of digits.
if you had a file i’d gratefully receive it.
oh i so relate to those foibles, quirks and fears of yours carole.
Comment by jonbirch — May 10, 2008 @ 12:24 am
Carole - I’m so with you on telephones! Thank God for emails and text messages….
Comment by dadube — May 10, 2008 @ 6:47 am
You are afraid of growing a dodgy goatee?
Comment by agatha — May 10, 2008 @ 2:05 pm
ooh… that hurt, agatha.
Comment by jonbirch — May 11, 2008 @ 4:52 pm
Ah sweetie.
xxx
We’ve all got some fears
Love you lots
Sas x
Comment by sarah — May 11, 2008 @ 10:44 pm