Hello. I’m Forest Pines. That isn’t the name on my passport, but I have used it around other places on the internet, so I thought I’d use it here too.
I’m in my late 20s, and I spend my days in your average soul-destroying office job. I work with computers: fixing them, programming them, keeping them running, and teaching other people how to use them. Some of it’s fun; most of it is fairly boring. When I have a quiet moment I daydream of Better Things: doing something creative with my life. Writing, taking photographs, thinking deep thoughts, finding a relationship somehow. This blog partly exists as a way to exercise, and exorcise, those thoughts. It isn’t the first blog I’ve had, and some of the stuff from older sites has crept onto this one. So, if you think you’ve come across some of the older articles before, maybe you have.
A quick word about truth. Most of the “Dear Diary” entries on the blog aren’t strictly true, in that they didn’t happen exactly as described. They’ve been tarted up a bit. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. Dialogue has been tightened up slightly. Things didn’t necessarily happen when I said they did. This is partly to make for better reading, but mostly just for the privacy of the people involved. In essence, though, all the stuff I say happened, happened, fairly close to the way I’ve described it.
I like: cakes, sleeping, cats, caffeine, and time to myself.
I don’t like: stupidity, politics, dogmatism, evangelism, or too much time to myself.
I’m told there’s a luxury hotel also called Forest Pines. There is absolutely no link or connection between me and it. It’s got a nice name, though.
Some of the other people who get mentioned fairly regularly are:
Big Dave: the chap I share an office with. He’s big, called Dave, and tends to talk random nonsense. He has a fairly interesting social life, but doesn’t talk about it as much after he realised I tended to post bits of it here.
Mystery Filmgoer isn’t actually a real person. If I go to see a film, and write about it here, Mystery Filmgoer is the name of anyone who comes with me. After all, would you want to admit to me taking you to the cinema?