Some random Instagram post started out with "What were you doing in July of 2002?" and my first thought was I hope my blog goes back that far. It did. Of course, when I popped back to that Instagram tab, the page refreshed and I'll never know what the point of that post was (it was not some page I follow, which is what most of my Inst feed is these days).
I was reading through some of those posts and things I had suppressed came back. It was the summer I lost Ursa, I was going to design school and LOVING IT. I was hating my pizza job (I always remember hating that time, just the blatant reminders of WHY I was hating it so much). Online friends I had made commented on my posts, and sadly I've lost touch with every danged one. Wayback Machine shows most of their sites overtaken by spambots, including my first domain that I sadly had to let go of due to lack of finances.
Having that log of my life has been a great resource for me...until I joined Facebook. Now, blogs were already starting to die because of things like PayPerPost. Most people's posts (including mine) were geared towards keywords and payouts. Everybody was putting their real content on FB. I quit posting here except for the random thing to keep this active.
Losers on the Internet stole my name (I could name 2 specifically, but not giving them any advertising), I wasn't even coming up with this blog in Google searches. We moved to South Dakota and Marcus didn't get our web server back up for YEARS.
Then Facebook had to go and get all political. Posts I made got deleted because I dared mention a certain President. It also couldn't tell what was real threats or humor. A post I made quoting Denis Leary's "Voices in my Head" saying I wanted to stab someone in the neck with a no.2 pencil (and even said I was quoting a song), was deleted with no warning. Even the little posting I did on Twitter was gone because they banned that account. There's a whole period of my life that is gone because I didn't document it here.
I was reading through some of those posts and things I had suppressed came back. It was the summer I lost Ursa, I was going to design school and LOVING IT. I was hating my pizza job (I always remember hating that time, just the blatant reminders of WHY I was hating it so much). Online friends I had made commented on my posts, and sadly I've lost touch with every danged one. Wayback Machine shows most of their sites overtaken by spambots, including my first domain that I sadly had to let go of due to lack of finances.
Having that log of my life has been a great resource for me...until I joined Facebook. Now, blogs were already starting to die because of things like PayPerPost. Most people's posts (including mine) were geared towards keywords and payouts. Everybody was putting their real content on FB. I quit posting here except for the random thing to keep this active.
Losers on the Internet stole my name (I could name 2 specifically, but not giving them any advertising), I wasn't even coming up with this blog in Google searches. We moved to South Dakota and Marcus didn't get our web server back up for YEARS.
Then Facebook had to go and get all political. Posts I made got deleted because I dared mention a certain President. It also couldn't tell what was real threats or humor. A post I made quoting Denis Leary's "Voices in my Head" saying I wanted to stab someone in the neck with a no.2 pencil (and even said I was quoting a song), was deleted with no warning. Even the little posting I did on Twitter was gone because they banned that account. There's a whole period of my life that is gone because I didn't document it here.
Name: LaDonna
