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  <title>Performable Stretchberry!</title>
  <subtitle>The Secret, Personal Journal of Derek C. F. Pegritz</subtitle>
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    <name>derekcfpegritz</name>
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  <updated>2011-05-27T00:12:39Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-05-26:898019:502</id>
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    <title>Debut</title>
    <published>2011-05-27T00:12:39Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-27T00:12:39Z</updated>
    <dw:music>The Asteroids Galaxy Tour, "The Shine Ain't Shining No More"</dw:music>
    <dw:mood>lethargic</dw:mood>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
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    <content type="html">I now have a Dreamwidth journal, which I shall be using as a more personal platform for blogging, and so forth. Expect everything from music reviews to much-too-informational updates on my lousy health to all manner of tomfoolery and linguistic legerdemain. I've been in a voluble mood lately--perhaps because, being jobless and, indeed, seemingly unhireable anywhere--so followers may find their RSS feeds, &amp;quot;reading&amp;quot; pages, and suchlike swamped with Pegritzian text of a singularly verbose nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, in essence, quite literally a reboot of my old LiveJournal...uhhh, journal. I've stopped using that service because, basically, since I stopped paying for all the freebies and whatnot, &lt;strike&gt;the Russian mob&lt;/strike&gt; the folks who run the site have rendered the experience unbearable with their goddamned ads, instability, and assorted other chicanery. I may someday port that journal's content over here, just so it isn't lost, but that journal was strictly friends-only, being of an intensely personal nature, and until I can drag it over here and slap it behind a privacy wall, I'm content to just let it sit there and bit-rot. I'm a much different person since I was then, and no longer have any cares about such bullshit as &amp;quot;privacy.&amp;quot; I certainly don't want the crap I spouted there to be publicly accessible--I don't think anyone in their right mind would care to read it in the first place--but, in the interest of providing for future biographers and/or eulogists and/or personality reconstruction engineers, I'm not going to simply delete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here I am. Come find me.&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=derekcfpegritz&amp;ditemid=502" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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