Insomnia is good for you.
OK, actually it's not. Not in the least.
Todays extra special episode of not sleeping found me trawling old hard drives, looking up old fic and usenet posts in the vain attempt to assure myself that I have actually grown as a human being in the last 15 or so years.
Of course, I found no such confirmation.
I found a lot of drivel, one or two things that made me laugh, a few things that gave me pause and one or two stock expressions that meant a lot then, but would have many of today's netizens scratching their heads.
To wit: "Deja News is your friend!" I typed that a lot on usenet. Nowadays I would say "Google it, fuckwit!" or words to that effect.
Because I never throw anything away, I also found installs for OLMRs. That's OffLine Mail Readers to you younguns. Back in the day, when modems were *huge* and 1200 baud was *awesome*, we used to dial into a BBS (ask your grandparents) and download our e-mail as quickly as we could, so that we could respond at leisure. Also, ASCII art was the height of cool.
Anyhoo, some dozen or so years ago, around the time I upgraded to Windows 95, I was challenged to write bad poetry using mainly IT terminology, and this morning - around 4:30am - I found it again. Because I have nothing better to do, I post it here, an all its inglory.
"On this spread-sheet, I am the explorer, browsing in your firewalls.
Peer-to-peer, socket to socket, connection.
A powerpoint. CTRL shifts and you are re-entrant.
Drill-down, a link made, we excel, surge and crash.
And find quiescence."
Todays extra special episode of not sleeping found me trawling old hard drives, looking up old fic and usenet posts in the vain attempt to assure myself that I have actually grown as a human being in the last 15 or so years.
Of course, I found no such confirmation.
I found a lot of drivel, one or two things that made me laugh, a few things that gave me pause and one or two stock expressions that meant a lot then, but would have many of today's netizens scratching their heads.
To wit: "Deja News is your friend!" I typed that a lot on usenet. Nowadays I would say "Google it, fuckwit!" or words to that effect.
Because I never throw anything away, I also found installs for OLMRs. That's OffLine Mail Readers to you younguns. Back in the day, when modems were *huge* and 1200 baud was *awesome*, we used to dial into a BBS (ask your grandparents) and download our e-mail as quickly as we could, so that we could respond at leisure. Also, ASCII art was the height of cool.
Anyhoo, some dozen or so years ago, around the time I upgraded to Windows 95, I was challenged to write bad poetry using mainly IT terminology, and this morning - around 4:30am - I found it again. Because I have nothing better to do, I post it here, an all its inglory.
"On this spread-sheet, I am the explorer, browsing in your firewalls.
Peer-to-peer, socket to socket, connection.
A powerpoint. CTRL shifts and you are re-entrant.
Drill-down, a link made, we excel, surge and crash.
And find quiescence."