#279 - It's a Start.
I seem to vaguely recall using this.
Like a lot of things that went the way of after "she who shall no longer be named" left, this blog has known silence for the better part of the past few years, with no hope of its revival in sight.
There were several reasons for this, some of which preclude the Female Fiasco -- in particular, I can recall often treasuring my relative anonymity when I first began using this only to find more and more people I knew were reading it, and having their eyes possibly gazing upon it left me feeling rather restricted. The Blog had originally started way back during the AOL Roleplaying days and was a link I often exchanged with others in the group, and was never fully intended to be visible by people in "real life."
It's important to note that this all sort of took place before the advent of simpler forms of social networking (namely MySpace), and so without fully realizing how much I'd miss it, I began passing the link around to my more internet savvy friends, thinking it a good way to keep in touch and then only finding it choking me later.
The internet savvy friend who managed to get me to drag this site back up the other day likely doesn't recall, but originally this site didn't have the "x2" in its name -- back then, I simply used wastedthought and deleted it after transferring all my entries to x2 (which likely explains the descrepancy between the number of posts on my titles and the number of literal posts, but then again, perhaps I simply cannot count).
There's also that sort of insatiable whining that I tend to do when musing about things that I thought must have been horribly annoying to read about, and the fact that there's rarely anything of value going on in my life worth discussing.
But looking back on it now, several years later, the value of the things I wrote about before is likely non-existent or at the very least questionable, and I'm left wondering if maybe I'm missing out on a place to type just simply to type, and that like everything else in life I may be devoting entirely too much thought on the subject.
To be fair, who really knows. But the damned thing is here and it probably wouldn't hurt to use it once in awhile, so lets see where it goes.
Like a lot of things that went the way of
There were several reasons for this, some of which preclude the Female Fiasco -- in particular, I can recall often treasuring my relative anonymity when I first began using this only to find more and more people I knew were reading it, and having their eyes possibly gazing upon it left me feeling rather restricted. The Blog had originally started way back during the AOL Roleplaying days and was a link I often exchanged with others in the group, and was never fully intended to be visible by people in "real life."
It's important to note that this all sort of took place before the advent of simpler forms of social networking (namely MySpace), and so without fully realizing how much I'd miss it, I began passing the link around to my more internet savvy friends, thinking it a good way to keep in touch and then only finding it choking me later.
The internet savvy friend who managed to get me to drag this site back up the other day likely doesn't recall, but originally this site didn't have the "x2" in its name -- back then, I simply used wastedthought and deleted it after transferring all my entries to x2 (which likely explains the descrepancy between the number of posts on my titles and the number of literal posts, but then again, perhaps I simply cannot count).
There's also that sort of insatiable whining that I tend to do when musing about things that I thought must have been horribly annoying to read about, and the fact that there's rarely anything of value going on in my life worth discussing.
But looking back on it now, several years later, the value of the things I wrote about before is likely non-existent or at the very least questionable, and I'm left wondering if maybe I'm missing out on a place to type just simply to type, and that like everything else in life I may be devoting entirely too much thought on the subject.
To be fair, who really knows. But the damned thing is here and it probably wouldn't hurt to use it once in awhile, so lets see where it goes.
