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Blast from the past
So LiveJournal is doing this thing where they email you about whatever you were posting around this date ten years ago.
Apparently I was updating YogurtWatch for season 2 of Burn Notice. Holy f*ck! That was ten years ago? I wasn't even on Dreamwidth yet then.
That does not feel like it was ten years ago. I am So Old.
Apparently I was updating YogurtWatch for season 2 of Burn Notice. Holy f*ck! That was ten years ago? I wasn't even on Dreamwidth yet then.
That does not feel like it was ten years ago. I am So Old.
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Closest post is January 29, 2019. Apparently, I posted the exact same book review as I did today: Shadow of the Templar. o_o
I was also reading The Slave Breakers. I was writing Waterman (which at that stage was called Prison City). I was struggling with my Internet addiction, *duh*. I was checking on a bat I arranged to be rescued (on Christmas Eve!). I was discovering that I have a nonbinary voice. I had my thoughts on Freddie Mercury. I was listening to BBC Radio's "Twenty Five Years of Rock." I was listening to President Obama's inauguration speech. (*Whimper.*) I was talking about my apprentice Joe, who was still living in Texas at that point, and about Doug, whom I no longer live with (but we're still friends). I was editing a bunch of stories, including Hell's Messenger, which I'm editing the last part of right now. I was worrying about my schedule. (*Cough.*) I was saying, "Did I mention that one of the results of my mother's death was becoming the immediate owner of several dozen boxes filled with papers?" Just like I did a few minutes ago to you. :)
Lots of continuity there. However, I am happy to report that I no longer write 9000-word blog entries.
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"The last written evidence we have of this great civilization, in the final years of its fall, is this cryptic message: 'Must go to IKEA for more storage containers. . . .'"
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