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"Hey, that's no way to say goodbye."
Jan. 5th, 2005 01:15 pmSome of you out there may have been pondering my prolonged absence (on my scale of things) from my keyboard.
The truth is, I've been thinking of killing myself.
Do not fret, gentle reader; it's only a virtual rather than a mortal coil I intend to shuffle off.
The truth is, I've been boglin and boglin has been me for a long time now, and this place has changed a lot. As I've been reliably informed, it ain't 1984 anymore. Things move on.
I remember a time when upg was a place you could rely on for a decent conversation and give Mixy a good slagging off, long before it was invaded by a horde of idiots with Yahoo accounts. Many of you now may not even remember Mixy at all. You are probably fortunate.
I remember a time when there weren't that many of us. When you either had JANET or you were a total geek. I remember the excitement of my first Demon account, that joyful scratchy anthem of the modem connecting.
I remember a time when I felt I had a home online as well as off.
But now, although the broadband connection might be 24/7, I don't feel that connection anymore. At some point, I'm not sure when, it stopped being my lair. And there's only so long you can continue being a drunken obnoxious twat.
My Demon account has just expired, email is down, and I've just run out of time on my paid account here, so it seems as good a time as any.
It's a strange thing indeed; I may well regret it in a couple of days or weeks, and maybe one day I'll even resurrect myself like a Hammer vampire, but for now I think it's time to go outside - I may be some time. Time to put the mouse down and walk away...
The truth is, I've been thinking of killing myself.
Do not fret, gentle reader; it's only a virtual rather than a mortal coil I intend to shuffle off.
The truth is, I've been boglin and boglin has been me for a long time now, and this place has changed a lot. As I've been reliably informed, it ain't 1984 anymore. Things move on.
I remember a time when upg was a place you could rely on for a decent conversation and give Mixy a good slagging off, long before it was invaded by a horde of idiots with Yahoo accounts. Many of you now may not even remember Mixy at all. You are probably fortunate.
I remember a time when there weren't that many of us. When you either had JANET or you were a total geek. I remember the excitement of my first Demon account, that joyful scratchy anthem of the modem connecting.
I remember a time when I felt I had a home online as well as off.
But now, although the broadband connection might be 24/7, I don't feel that connection anymore. At some point, I'm not sure when, it stopped being my lair. And there's only so long you can continue being a drunken obnoxious twat.
My Demon account has just expired, email is down, and I've just run out of time on my paid account here, so it seems as good a time as any.
It's a strange thing indeed; I may well regret it in a couple of days or weeks, and maybe one day I'll even resurrect myself like a Hammer vampire, but for now I think it's time to go outside - I may be some time. Time to put the mouse down and walk away...
