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I decided this morning that my cat has her own way in and out of the house...
It's creepy, to see her in her chair when I KNOW that she went outside an hour earlier.
And, naturally, being an Andrew Lloyd Webber aficionado, my thoughts turned to the magical Mister Mystopholeeze...
"His manner is vague and aloof,
You would think there was nobody shyer.
But his voice has been heard on the roof,
When he was curled up by the fire.
And he's sometimes been heard by the fire,
When he was about on the roof.
At least we all heard,
That somebody purred,
Which is incontestable proof....
Of his singular magical powers
And I've known the family to call him in from the garden for hours
When he was asleep in the hall"
Then I remembered... way back when... I used to be Mystopholeeze in a chat room. Before that my screen name was Echo, back when you just logged into GeoCities as any old name, no account or anything.
And then the Wombat Deer.
I can't for the life of me recall the evolution to Phreekish. I think it started as some sort of motto... Freaky is the Wombat Deer...
And then my website... doomed to be banished into obscurity by the evil Lycos conglomerate... simply because I didn't log into it for... I dunno... seven years or so.
I think I may already have posted something similar to this a while back...
But if it was recently, I wouldn't recall clearly anyways...
I can remember the most ridiculous little detail... like an inside joke I had with Sunny and Sarissa, back before some convoluted chat room politics made me a pariah in that little circle...
I remember being Echo the Ant...
I remember meeting Dave basically the day before Geo became Lycos and everyone had to track each other down.
I remember "Revenge Sayth the Sasquatch" When Sas finally filled out one of those e-mail survey things and it was like, 400 questions long...
But the last couple years? Blurred into one long mess... like looking at a Monet painting through etched glass. You might catch a glimpse of say... a flower... or is that a hummingbird? No, it's a flower. Maybe...
The only explanation I can think of is that I was happier at 14 on my computer than I've been since I grew up and started hanging out in the real world.
And then I think... my son better not have to live with knowledge like that.
How do I make sure that he's always happy? That he remembers more than random conversations on the Internet....
I have the best parents in the universe, and they couldn't keep me safe from my own misery.... I couldn't be even half the Mom mine is...
So how do I protect him from his genes?
It's creepy, to see her in her chair when I KNOW that she went outside an hour earlier.
And, naturally, being an Andrew Lloyd Webber aficionado, my thoughts turned to the magical Mister Mystopholeeze...
"His manner is vague and aloof,
You would think there was nobody shyer.
But his voice has been heard on the roof,
When he was curled up by the fire.
And he's sometimes been heard by the fire,
When he was about on the roof.
At least we all heard,
That somebody purred,
Which is incontestable proof....
Of his singular magical powers
And I've known the family to call him in from the garden for hours
When he was asleep in the hall"
Then I remembered... way back when... I used to be Mystopholeeze in a chat room. Before that my screen name was Echo, back when you just logged into GeoCities as any old name, no account or anything.
And then the Wombat Deer.
I can't for the life of me recall the evolution to Phreekish. I think it started as some sort of motto... Freaky is the Wombat Deer...
And then my website... doomed to be banished into obscurity by the evil Lycos conglomerate... simply because I didn't log into it for... I dunno... seven years or so.
I think I may already have posted something similar to this a while back...
But if it was recently, I wouldn't recall clearly anyways...
I can remember the most ridiculous little detail... like an inside joke I had with Sunny and Sarissa, back before some convoluted chat room politics made me a pariah in that little circle...
I remember being Echo the Ant...
I remember meeting Dave basically the day before Geo became Lycos and everyone had to track each other down.
I remember "Revenge Sayth the Sasquatch" When Sas finally filled out one of those e-mail survey things and it was like, 400 questions long...
But the last couple years? Blurred into one long mess... like looking at a Monet painting through etched glass. You might catch a glimpse of say... a flower... or is that a hummingbird? No, it's a flower. Maybe...
The only explanation I can think of is that I was happier at 14 on my computer than I've been since I grew up and started hanging out in the real world.
And then I think... my son better not have to live with knowledge like that.
How do I make sure that he's always happy? That he remembers more than random conversations on the Internet....
I have the best parents in the universe, and they couldn't keep me safe from my own misery.... I couldn't be even half the Mom mine is...
So how do I protect him from his genes?