somewhere in time
so a few days ago (or maybe a few days from now, time being so relative and all), while contemplating which came first, the chicken or the easter bunny, or something like that) as i was wandering the web like i used to when i was more aimless and undreassed, i mean undisciplined, and much mor emo than i am today {yes, i was, the proof is all over the web}, i re-discovered the usenet (ironic name for it, in the end, but that's another story so human with good and evil and heroes and villians and all the makings of an internet fairy tale that we will probably never care to explore again, but is also archived for your viewing pleasure somewhere in time) that is now owned, apparently, by google (why don't the big dot-coms bail out wall street and the auto companies already and just take over the world... probably because they are waiting for the stock prices to crash... hush, they kill you if you know too much, ya know?... of course we don't know, we're safe... shhhh, go away)...
where were we?...
ah yes, a few days ago (or from now), while doing all sorts of odd nothings, i rediscovered a lifetime emo[p]'
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which is code for who knows what as i was just cleaning some chocolate ice cream off the keyboard, but i was about to write (i think) emo-exotic (or was it erotic) self-indulgence that distracted me from the real world during the great post-toronto pity-party that closed out the previous millennium... oh, you should have been there, i was so human-like, you'd have all been proud...
yes, while the first half of the nineties theme song was living on the edge and the mid-nighties might have been living on the ledge, the last few years of that roller coaster decade was definitely living on the web and which was truly living, scientists, philosophers, theologins, and others, in hundreds of years might still be debating...
of course i meant theologians, but what's the difference, really, an oxymoron is an oxymoron, but that's a horse of a different color, so we might as well read theogony, or theo huxtable, for that matter... but that is all still speculation and who'll be around in hundreds of years to verify anyway, what we are interested in now is the now, or in this case, the past... the nineties, and parts within, to be more precise... you should have been there, you'd have told me i was crazy so many times until you actually started thinking i really was...
and just to prove whatever it proves, i present you with the gift of linkage to one of the emoiest exchanges of that third phase of the decade prior to this decade, complete with colorful harmony and a discordant orchestra of ninnies and nannies and jokers and pokers and hams and hemlets and drama queens and crownless kings and an amazing array of silly and serious folk who i miss, for the most part, mostly cuz i never really know who they were, but i liked who they might have been, if that makes any sense to you...
what does it matter though, when those usenet posts, like the original journal, like the past diaries and current blogs and all the kings men (and queens women, for that matter) are ignored and worse than forgotten, never known... ahhh, alas, sigh and all, so why does it amuse me to continue building this literary maze in the hope someone will be crazy enough to want to find their way through it (after exploring every dead end cuz, after all, the secrets and treasures are often discuised as dead ends)... wheyever, it does and i like being amused...
so i continue, so there, naa na na na na, nyuk, nyuk, narf...
are you going to report me now? :)
where were we?...
ah yes, a few days ago (or from now), while doing all sorts of odd nothings, i rediscovered a lifetime emo[p]'
'
'
['
;
which is code for who knows what as i was just cleaning some chocolate ice cream off the keyboard, but i was about to write (i think) emo-exotic (or was it erotic) self-indulgence that distracted me from the real world during the great post-toronto pity-party that closed out the previous millennium... oh, you should have been there, i was so human-like, you'd have all been proud...
yes, while the first half of the nineties theme song was living on the edge and the mid-nighties might have been living on the ledge, the last few years of that roller coaster decade was definitely living on the web and which was truly living, scientists, philosophers, theologins, and others, in hundreds of years might still be debating...
of course i meant theologians, but what's the difference, really, an oxymoron is an oxymoron, but that's a horse of a different color, so we might as well read theogony, or theo huxtable, for that matter... but that is all still speculation and who'll be around in hundreds of years to verify anyway, what we are interested in now is the now, or in this case, the past... the nineties, and parts within, to be more precise... you should have been there, you'd have told me i was crazy so many times until you actually started thinking i really was...
and just to prove whatever it proves, i present you with the gift of linkage to one of the emoiest exchanges of that third phase of the decade prior to this decade, complete with colorful harmony and a discordant orchestra of ninnies and nannies and jokers and pokers and hams and hemlets and drama queens and crownless kings and an amazing array of silly and serious folk who i miss, for the most part, mostly cuz i never really know who they were, but i liked who they might have been, if that makes any sense to you...
what does it matter though, when those usenet posts, like the original journal, like the past diaries and current blogs and all the kings men (and queens women, for that matter) are ignored and worse than forgotten, never known... ahhh, alas, sigh and all, so why does it amuse me to continue building this literary maze in the hope someone will be crazy enough to want to find their way through it (after exploring every dead end cuz, after all, the secrets and treasures are often discuised as dead ends)... wheyever, it does and i like being amused...
so i continue, so there, naa na na na na, nyuk, nyuk, narf...
are you going to report me now? :)
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posted by candoor at 2:24 AM
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