Yes, Jean-Luc, Four Lights
Yeesh. I come back to poke my head in, and what do I find?

Sweeping masses of personal revelations.

Which would be really entertaining to poke my head back in for if I hadn't known all of these things before.

Maybe I'm getting jaded. I don't know. But when it comes to the things that people are unconsciously broadcasting within my ability to be aware of it, I want something, you know, surprising. I want the forty-something-family-man to come out and say that he runs guns for Cuba or something, not the guy with the Che Guevara t-shirt and a permanent case of four-day stubble. No, everyone has to come out with personal revelations that I had filed in my brain back a long time ago and didn't bring up because, well, it didn't matter.

For propriety's sake, I'm not getting closer than that, since my trawl back encompassed several things, and just because I consider it not-news doesn't mean it wasn't a big step for the people in question. It just meant that I'd divined it already, and when I get to the end of M. Night Shyamalan's Life Of Livejournal I don't like having come up with the big reveal ten minutes in.

Congratulations for everyone who's stepped out in the recent history for whatever reason. But guys, come on, tell me something to surprise me. That's what you have a personal life for in the first place, right?