Me-Based Intarnets...
Reading really old stuff on blogs, social networking sites is an interesting adventure. I spent this morning looking for people I vaguely remember from elementary school. Yes, folks, I am THAT bored. Does it freak anyone else out that the history created by the internet -- a cultural history we are all contributing to in one form or another -- is as frozen, ageless, and true to it's time as it is? I'm torn. Already I see a bunch of posts that I wish I hadn't shared with the world from old xanga's and even this livejournal, but it seems unfair to three-years-ago me to delete them. Interesting stuff.
Also:
A message to my hypothetical future children if they ever discover this:
Go to bed. You're up too late. And stop looking at online porn. Chances are I know you're doing it. Gross.