How I spent my summer vacation

Yesterday, I embarked on a little trip down memory lane. Now, it's less of a lane and more like a rural highway, but you get the idea.

Once upon a time, I had a bloggie. The main difference was that at the time I had mine, the internet was a young thang, and the technology was far from developed. In fact, the term 'blog' had not been coined yet. I had an online journal.

I was motivated to rediscover it by a friend who told me he missed it. Said friend has his own blog that I enjoy, so I figured what the hell. I pulled a dusty box of floppies out, and went on a little journey through the 500+ plastic squares I found.

Mostly, I found porn.

Lots of porn.

After masturbating, I found what I thought was the object of my desire--a series of red disks that I called "webpage stuff." Since I only had 2 pages, I figured I was getting close.

Not close enough. My journal ended in 1999, when technology was really kind of sucky for doing such things. As a result, I churned out a page that by "late 20th century" standards looked quite spiff but is amateurish by what is seen today.

It took some more tweaking and working to finally cleave the words from the disk, but I did. For the greater part of the day, I read, edited (not much, mainly for clarity) and posted 96 pages of my life. You can find it on "Realm of the Shtupman I." I've posted it in the order that is was written, so if you want to read it in chronological order, you'll need to scroll allllll the way down to the bottom. I may index it and recreate it as a separate page, but that's for a later day, and only if I feel an interest in doing it.

Bleh!

Whilst editing, I read. I realized. I really should believe my own PR. I can write, and the quality of my prose really isn't too bad. Those who know me will emphatically tell you that I can be a very harsh critic, even if I resolutely refuse to tell it to your face. I've always been like that, and the future will bring more of the same, I'm sure. *shrug*

...that discussion is for another day.