Rise Again
Once upon a time when blogging was the latest "in" thing yours truly made his very first blog.
At the time it was something of a joke. Nothing more then a way to kill time while spending countless hours at a time idling away on the internet, jumping on the bandwagon that my gf at the time and all her friends were already fully engrossed in. At her behest I plunged myself into this new innovation, more for her entertainment then anyone elses. Working the night shift at a local medical center from 7pm to 7 am gave her plenty of time to kill and I was more then happy to entertain. So I blogged. For the sake of humanity I hope all that krap is somewhere up in internet heaven, never to seen again.
Eventually the novelty of blogs died out for H and her friends. She killed her blog and I followed suit since my audience of one deemed blogs to be something of a geek pastime. That same night I went back and started a new one, again for a audience of one. Me.
I loved the immediancy of the medium. You type something and boom. There it is on the internet. How cool was that? So I started V 1.0 of TJ. It wasn't bad. I made a few new friends. Discovered other blogs. Talked all the shit I wanted to. Posted all the stupid pics i wanted. Therapy with a keyboard and a 56 k connection. Somewhere along the line I lost the gf who had been upgraded to Fiancee status and anyone who read V 1.0 got to read the whole sordid tale.
Somewhere down the line I got turned onto Xanga by another friend and there I was. Laying out $100 for a LIFETIME premium account. 100 mb of picture posting storage. Fun stuff like built in comments and everyone's favorite blog whore currency. The almighty e-prop. TJ V 2.0 was born. Lots more new friends. Plenty of new stuff to read. Xanga life was good. At least it was.
The blog grew and grew. Everyone knew about it and the hits kept rolling in. Then like many a love story you wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and realize the thrill is gone. You find yourself posting shit for the popular opinion. No more touchy or personal subject matter. Too many people read this shit. God forbid you post anything incriminating or self effacing. Name assholes by name. Write about REAL things. What will these people think? Along the way we picked up a few unwanted readers. Assholes like the local restaurant owner who loved to comment on my posts in person or people like the fat man freak who liked to come in and talk about whatever it was I posted about lately. Ugh.
I made a LJ site, thinking to myself, okay I'm gonna put all my personal stuff up on there. But who was I fucking kidding? Who's anal enough to post different content to 2 different sites? Not me. It turned into nothing more then cut and paste posts from the Xanga so the people who weren't on Xanga could comment. In hindsight it sucked.
This is something I've had growing in the back corners of my mind for quite a while. A new beginning to come clean with. No more writing for the popular taste. Back to my target audience of one. Me. Welcome to my world.
At the time it was something of a joke. Nothing more then a way to kill time while spending countless hours at a time idling away on the internet, jumping on the bandwagon that my gf at the time and all her friends were already fully engrossed in. At her behest I plunged myself into this new innovation, more for her entertainment then anyone elses. Working the night shift at a local medical center from 7pm to 7 am gave her plenty of time to kill and I was more then happy to entertain. So I blogged. For the sake of humanity I hope all that krap is somewhere up in internet heaven, never to seen again.
Eventually the novelty of blogs died out for H and her friends. She killed her blog and I followed suit since my audience of one deemed blogs to be something of a geek pastime. That same night I went back and started a new one, again for a audience of one. Me.
I loved the immediancy of the medium. You type something and boom. There it is on the internet. How cool was that? So I started V 1.0 of TJ. It wasn't bad. I made a few new friends. Discovered other blogs. Talked all the shit I wanted to. Posted all the stupid pics i wanted. Therapy with a keyboard and a 56 k connection. Somewhere along the line I lost the gf who had been upgraded to Fiancee status and anyone who read V 1.0 got to read the whole sordid tale.
Somewhere down the line I got turned onto Xanga by another friend and there I was. Laying out $100 for a LIFETIME premium account. 100 mb of picture posting storage. Fun stuff like built in comments and everyone's favorite blog whore currency. The almighty e-prop. TJ V 2.0 was born. Lots more new friends. Plenty of new stuff to read. Xanga life was good. At least it was.
The blog grew and grew. Everyone knew about it and the hits kept rolling in. Then like many a love story you wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and realize the thrill is gone. You find yourself posting shit for the popular opinion. No more touchy or personal subject matter. Too many people read this shit. God forbid you post anything incriminating or self effacing. Name assholes by name. Write about REAL things. What will these people think? Along the way we picked up a few unwanted readers. Assholes like the local restaurant owner who loved to comment on my posts in person or people like the fat man freak who liked to come in and talk about whatever it was I posted about lately. Ugh.
I made a LJ site, thinking to myself, okay I'm gonna put all my personal stuff up on there. But who was I fucking kidding? Who's anal enough to post different content to 2 different sites? Not me. It turned into nothing more then cut and paste posts from the Xanga so the people who weren't on Xanga could comment. In hindsight it sucked.
This is something I've had growing in the back corners of my mind for quite a while. A new beginning to come clean with. No more writing for the popular taste. Back to my target audience of one. Me. Welcome to my world.
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