tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669838.post109893162764119369..comments2009-07-16T03:20:09.650-05:00Byranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904365789033352077noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669838.post-1099432254231854562004-11-02T16:50:00.000-05:002004-11-02T16:50:00.000-05:00Like I was saying...<br /><br />CrystalAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669838.post-1099407228075413482004-11-02T09:53:00.000-05:002004-11-02T09:53:00.000-05:00Piglet, that's what comes of making our lives so "public." :-/<br /><br />MerryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669838.post-1099365910460723622004-11-01T22:25:00.000-05:002004-11-01T22:25:00.000-05:00Well, just call me Sherlock. You said you sang with Tapestry and you were the only Crystal in there, so I just assumed......<br /><br />AgAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669838.post-1099343214757470662004-11-01T16:06:00.000-05:002004-11-01T16:06:00.000-05:00Pictures, as in, what kind? where? <br /><br />CrystalAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669838.post-1099250093746400092004-10-31T14:14:00.000-05:002004-10-31T14:14:00.000-05:00Who has written the most and least? Hmm. Those could be some interesting statistics. I'll let somebody else do it though. <br /><br />I know how you look. Yeah, I love to have an unfair advantage. I've seen pictures. <br /><br />AgAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669838.post-1099207094468322742004-10-31T02:18:00.000-05:002004-10-31T02:18:00.000-05:00Yeah, I'm alone again... Sniff.Sniff. <br />Yeah, it'd be fun to meet you at the wedding. However. <br />Yeah, why don't you take the line of by-log commentators and put them in order of has-written-the-most to has-written-the-least. <br />Yeah, so what do you imagine I look like? <br /><br />CrystalAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669838.post-1099195582780854542004-10-30T23:06:00.000-05:002004-10-30T23:06:00.000-05:00Hey Crystal, you alone again? Awwww. But don't worry, you're not really alone, 'cause I'm here for you. (That's supposed to be very comforting. Hey I can be VERY supportive *TOM, TESTIFY*.)<br /><br />Good plan. If Lita comes back in November for wedding, hide in big suitcase. And then, ta da, I'd get to meet you. Oh fun, for me anyhow. You actually might really not like me, which would be okay, but then again, you might think I'm the best thing that ever happened to you since fried chicken. Who knows! <br /><br />Someday I would like to have a line of anyone that has ever commented in here, ever. And I would like to go up and down the line to my hearts content meeting everybody. Because words are weird. When you meet someone through words you get a completely different picture than what you do meeting them in person. And it's so funny how you get these mental pictures of what you think a person looks like. It's not actually amusing until you have a "real" face to compare it to. So if I ever meet any of you and I bend over clenching my side overcome by desperate hysterics, I'm not being rude, I'm just making a comparison of two objects, one being a mere figment of my imagination, and the other, reality. <br /><br />AgAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669838.post-1099080325783744862004-10-29T15:05:00.000-05:002004-10-29T15:05:00.000-05:00Thanks for thinking of me, Tom. <br /><br />Grin. CrystalAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669838.post-1099079906866693652004-10-29T14:58:00.000-05:002004-10-29T14:58:00.000-05:00I just listened to that album yesterday! One of GVB's best, in my opinion. I love that song. <br /><br />The album is "I Do Believe," in case there would unthinkably be someone reading this that didn't know.<br /><br />TomAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669838.post-1099028874928523752004-10-29T00:47:00.000-05:002004-10-29T00:47:00.000-05:00"We sharpen each other like steel on steel..."<br /><br />Oh yeah. That's a great song.<br /><br />DavidAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669838.post-1099016707689855162004-10-28T21:25:00.000-05:002004-10-28T21:25:00.000-05:00That relationship graph is a fascinating concept--I'd certainly never thought of it before, but I've been thinking about it, and I think you're right about the bell-shaped curve, at least in my own interactions. "Iron sharpening iron" is not "niceness," and when it's done Biblically, it will often happen on the side of the curve where closeness is high and "niceness" takes a dip. Why is it so difficult, though, to talk to a "brother with a fault" about that fault unless he/she is at the very close level? It's almost as though there's a threshold reached. But I ramble. Thanks for the thought--it's been great fun.<br />LoriAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669838.post-1098996837820230922004-10-28T15:53:00.000-05:002004-10-28T15:53:00.000-05:00It doesn't have to be "bell-shaped",or whatever, it is what you make it. There is a way to be very straight and very real with the people you love, and continue to grow closer to them without being mean, isn't there? Don't get me wrong, I have gotten in people's faces. Especially the ones I'm close too. But there's a difference between the inevitable blunt, "realness" you will encounter when relationships deepen, and downright snottiness. It's true, I would tell a friend of mine they're annoying me alot sooner than I would tell a complete stranger, but I would tell it to the friend in love, whereas whenever I decided to gather up the courage to say it to the stranger, it would be without love. <br />~~shelleyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669838.post-1098988326916215132004-10-28T13:32:00.000-05:002004-10-28T13:32:00.000-05:00"Like mad," yeah that's funny. <br /><br />CrystalAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669838.post-1098972555899998182004-10-28T09:09:00.000-05:002004-10-28T09:09:00.000-05:00If relationships are indeed reduced to math, I have some very lonely days ahead.<br /><br />AgAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com