a journey down “oh yea, I remember” lane
Click and click and click, I visit old entries from tmo, a blog I had on Write.as some years back. At the time I never thought I would stop writing there, daily. Then coins get tossed and it lands Tails and I say “fuck it, let's do a clean break”. Countless entries from the years (2018-2022). File sizes of 20mb or more (per folder/per year). So a litany of words. I then remember what I had oepned the browser to do – look up my old, deeply embarrassing YouTube channel. I found it on Wayback Machine, the crass and fradulently dedicated videos about how I would make videos. All with the faded and low megapixel thumbnails of the Never Vlogger™ trying to get into the hobby. So I didn't, and now the 20+ videos sit in archival reprieve where I forgot about them mostly – unless I feel like remembering what an idiot I was :)
There, next to the YouTube bio, a link to my old gossip blog (what became of it). Writing about Sam Ronson's mug shot, a model “Naked, Nude, With No Clothes On!”, and other early-ought interests I had – revolving around the ad dollar and doll eyes for glossy tabloid magazines.
So after scanning the blogroll of 2008 (knowing these publications are now long gone), I step back (to reality) and am glad I am not doing any of those things. Heart and soul journaling on tmo, the gossip/gossip mill of notorious news, or trying (trying?) to make YouTube videos.
Groceries being delivered. Later