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like a time machine
Apr. 20th, 2026 06:16 pmIt's crazy how much this looks like the old site.
It's like a time machine to 2003. I posted a lot in college and some afterward but not very dedicated after that. In high school, I was on a different diary site. I haven't had a public/online journal for at least something like 15 years.
It's weird talking to myself. I think this could be fun to try again. Or maybe I'll give up immediately.
I miss pre-social-media internet. Or maybe just pre everything-is-monetized internet. Instagram was fun when it was all puppy pics and pizza. But now you get stuck in a recommended loop. I don't care about those randos, I want to see my friends and what they're doing.
Insert obligatory Man-Yells-At-Cloud from the Simpsons meme.
Maybe I'm just old and cranky. That seems appropriate now that I'm in my 40s. Clearly kids today are doing the internet wrong. It's not that I have boring responsibilities and am in pointless meetings for most of my existence. It's clearly the internet's fault.
Today's my 500 reading streak in Fable. Gamification really works on me. I love a streak.
I'm reading Yesteryear and I can't figure out if I hate the book, hate the protagonist, or hate the influencers that inspired the satire. Clearly I must finish it and find out.
Last night we watched When Harry Met Sally on dvd. I've begun one of my silly quests. I'm collecting all the romcoms that aren't on streaming. Though this recently came to streaming. My speciality is romcoms that no one would say is their favorite movie but are a perfectly lovely way to spend an afternoon. Must Love Dogs is a perfect example.
While I was typing that, I got a chrome prompt for Gemini to help me with my tasks. I don't want AI to help me with my stupid blog. I am perfectly capable of wasting time online ruminating without any robotic help. Except spellcheck. I need that because let's face it, there are some words I may never get correct on the first three tries.
It's like a time machine to 2003. I posted a lot in college and some afterward but not very dedicated after that. In high school, I was on a different diary site. I haven't had a public/online journal for at least something like 15 years.
It's weird talking to myself. I think this could be fun to try again. Or maybe I'll give up immediately.
I miss pre-social-media internet. Or maybe just pre everything-is-monetized internet. Instagram was fun when it was all puppy pics and pizza. But now you get stuck in a recommended loop. I don't care about those randos, I want to see my friends and what they're doing.
Insert obligatory Man-Yells-At-Cloud from the Simpsons meme.
Maybe I'm just old and cranky. That seems appropriate now that I'm in my 40s. Clearly kids today are doing the internet wrong. It's not that I have boring responsibilities and am in pointless meetings for most of my existence. It's clearly the internet's fault.
Today's my 500 reading streak in Fable. Gamification really works on me. I love a streak.
I'm reading Yesteryear and I can't figure out if I hate the book, hate the protagonist, or hate the influencers that inspired the satire. Clearly I must finish it and find out.
Last night we watched When Harry Met Sally on dvd. I've begun one of my silly quests. I'm collecting all the romcoms that aren't on streaming. Though this recently came to streaming. My speciality is romcoms that no one would say is their favorite movie but are a perfectly lovely way to spend an afternoon. Must Love Dogs is a perfect example.
While I was typing that, I got a chrome prompt for Gemini to help me with my tasks. I don't want AI to help me with my stupid blog. I am perfectly capable of wasting time online ruminating without any robotic help. Except spellcheck. I need that because let's face it, there are some words I may never get correct on the first three tries.
