Long ago, in an internet far different than now…
I was writing about my thoughts and life online, all from the creature comforts of my loft. The first I had named time capsule (hosted on blogger), where I wrote about my search for true romance in the bowels of Chitown’s illustrious nightlife. This was nothing more than my personal misadventures, use of cheesy pickup lines, and reviews of late night greasespoon diners when Yelp ! wasn’t a household platform for wannabe food critics dishing their sundry two cent.
Eventually my best friend at the time joined in on my strange habit. However, the tone of it was highly comedic, melodramatic. Nothing at all of how I sounded on paper, which was nothing short of book worthy. Apparently some girls that attended Columbia college happened upon said blog and I amassed a following of hot art school students and fashion majors. This was a blog that lacked any real images except a few of the most cheesiest, goofiest photos hank and I would take when we through some parties at his crib (just about every weekend).
Fast forward to today. Blogs are a bit dated, here to stay but so prolific everybody’s got one, and on every subject known to man. Some kids pet rock, a guy who likes wearing diapers, some girls makeup and relationship advice, soccer moms, neo nazi’s, ninjas, PTA board members, people wanting to be robots, robots wanting to be people, assassins and bounty hunters. It’s a regular Jerry Springer audience.
Yet for me, it still remains as a bastion of personalized writing, as the original 1.0 spirit lives on, where we winged it, tried it, did things however it came to pass. That’s how daddy does it, it’s how America does it, and it’s worked out pretty well so far.
I do thank you, intrepid and brave reader for being here, for dwelling with me and reading what I have to say…well that’s basically it. Please enjoy.