"Better Infamous Than Forgotten"

I've discovered I have to return to my university city a day or so early because of academic events I cannot miss - namely, an in-class exam - but today is being left free for a little bit more time with friends and family, in the spirit of Easter and the national holiday Easter Monday is. However, I have nothing to do for a while and the day drags on when you're doing nothing. So, to try and escape criminal levels of boredom, I googled myself.

I got a link to linkedin.com, a business networking website, where I was listed under 'pubs'; I believe this means public profiles, not public houses, otherwise the site is direly misinformed. However, the profile is missing which either means I should make one - not likely right now - or I should forget it and go about my life as I have done for the last twentysomething years.

The other link of interest I got - that wasn't for some kind of networking site - was a biography site and a short entry claiming some of my relative moved to America at some point. For interest, here it is:

[MyName] farmer, sec. 24; P. O., Vermont; was born here in 1833, son of James and Lydia (Mercer), natives of Ohio; his father came on foot to Illinois, and being overtaken by the deep snow (1830-31), he became discouraged and returned to Ohio in the spring, but in 1833 he settled permanently in this county; he died in 1868, and his wife died when John was but 10 years of age; the latter received a liberal education; in the last war he enlisted in Yates' Battalion of sharpshooters, and was in many a sharp encounter. He married Mahala B. Petty, daughter of John Petty, of Indiana, and their children are Minnie, Irving, and Jesse.

Riveting stuff right? After reading this, I decided I didn't want to become a paragraph on some little known website or a footnote in a census after I die. Quite how I'm going to achieve greatness is as yet unclear. I am working towards becoming a published author but that's not the easiest thing in the world by a long shot. One of my 'friends' suggested a one man genocide. We're not friends on Facebook, so obviously it's not an official position. He's more of an acquaintance. Especially now; it's not that I don't like him, but it's not something that you should really suggest loudly in a crowded pub. I left quickly.

So, I'm taking ideas at the moment. Chu, my youngest brother, has yet to give any constructive help and my other younger brother, Mandarin, is in China and so slightly less than easily contactable. Most people are encouraging me down the path I've chosen - that of the author, not the genocide artist - including Rebel, Gamegirl and Raven, the girl I've given myself to (that's horribly close to a girlfriend reference. I don't really know another way to describe her though, so I'll have to see how she likes it). Conscience, one of my closest friends who usually plays the role she's been named after for me, also supports me but is kind of having to deal with her own university fallout at the moment. She's been a graduate for nearly a year, and it sounds like she has a little longer left before she's properly using her degree.

But in my quest for greatness, I feel I should have a contingency plan. I'll be running a few ideas past the world via this blog, rather than by practice, mainly for your entertainment, Reader, so if you ever get that slightly less than bored you need to be to come here you may get some entertainment. In the meantime, it might be worth thinking of your own path to greatness so that you have your place in history. There might not be a fountain of youth, but you can be immortal and un-aging in the minds of millions if you try.







[The last quote is from The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassuss. The title quote is Napolean. You decide which has more merit in your opinion, but Napo's got my vote.]