by:
Jon Awbreycc:
Textop : Text Outline ProjectI deliberately stayed away from the incipid internet during the last millennium, as I could see its addictive potential -- the amount of time that people I knew were sinking into those primitive bulletin board systems -- and I had way too much that I needed to get done to let myself get quagmoired in that e-ternal quest for the more perfect hit.
So it was only in December of 1999 that I even bothered to get a dialup connection. O Lost !
Halloween is one of those times when I costumarily stop and look back down the tunnel of the years, to compare and contrast the various costumes that I have worn on that occasion, as I can see them now reflected in the particolored borax time beads that my brief buried life has strung along the wire while I wasn't looking. And looking back, retroviewing the whole glitzy parade of internet clowns and floats and marching bands -- among whose mummer I fiddled away my last seven years with song and dance, dog and pony, and general clowning around, the thing that now angers now saddens me is the way that it all dashed my dreams to bits.
Jonny