Kinda nostalgic lately...
May. 14th, 2004 05:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mythicfoxWell, last night I went to the Book n Bean. No Christian Open Mic night for the summer, and while I'm sparing you all a long and bitter story I'll simply say I'm glad and let it remain at that.
Anyhow, on my way out, I heard a couple of folks talking about having spotted a UFO of some sort Wednesday night. It got me thinking about a decade ago or so, back when I was something of a UFO expert. I even have a signed copy of an old UFO book and had an article printed in the West Virginia UFO Newsletter. I was a UFO nut before the X-Files made it popular, really.
But thing is, I've been kind of nostalgic lately, in general. Over the last several weeks, I've been putting a lot of thought into taking really old story ideas of mine and revamping them. Heck, there's one I just got an idea to redo a couple of days ago that I hadn't thought about since my sophomore year in high school.
One thing that kinda hit me tonight, and is the reason I'm up so late... I found myself suddenly thinking about alt.callahans. It was a newsgroup that I hung out on pretty regularly until sometime in mid-2002. Really great folks with lots of great stories, and we supported each other. My friend Josh still asks if I head back there because he'd like to hear more of Sailor Jim's stories.
And for some reason, I just drifted away from there. And I don't know why. And I feel impossibly shitty for it.
I'm sure a lot of them don't know who I am. Some probably do. But I feel like I abandoned them. It's like I just wandered away from a bunch of decent people who do genuinely care.
I was looking through old posts I'd made via Google's Usenet archive. And the thing that drove home how crappy I felt about not hanging out there anymore was an automated system they use to keep track of important dates and the birthdays of regulars... and saw that mine was on there. I'd never noticed it during the time I was there myself. But even though it's an automated system, the fact that they cared enough to put me in there really seemed to hit home.
I feel like I owe it to them.
I'll at least pop back in and say something sometime soon.
Anyhow, on my way out, I heard a couple of folks talking about having spotted a UFO of some sort Wednesday night. It got me thinking about a decade ago or so, back when I was something of a UFO expert. I even have a signed copy of an old UFO book and had an article printed in the West Virginia UFO Newsletter. I was a UFO nut before the X-Files made it popular, really.
But thing is, I've been kind of nostalgic lately, in general. Over the last several weeks, I've been putting a lot of thought into taking really old story ideas of mine and revamping them. Heck, there's one I just got an idea to redo a couple of days ago that I hadn't thought about since my sophomore year in high school.
One thing that kinda hit me tonight, and is the reason I'm up so late... I found myself suddenly thinking about alt.callahans. It was a newsgroup that I hung out on pretty regularly until sometime in mid-2002. Really great folks with lots of great stories, and we supported each other. My friend Josh still asks if I head back there because he'd like to hear more of Sailor Jim's stories.
And for some reason, I just drifted away from there. And I don't know why. And I feel impossibly shitty for it.
I'm sure a lot of them don't know who I am. Some probably do. But I feel like I abandoned them. It's like I just wandered away from a bunch of decent people who do genuinely care.
I was looking through old posts I'd made via Google's Usenet archive. And the thing that drove home how crappy I felt about not hanging out there anymore was an automated system they use to keep track of important dates and the birthdays of regulars... and saw that mine was on there. I'd never noticed it during the time I was there myself. But even though it's an automated system, the fact that they cared enough to put me in there really seemed to hit home.
I feel like I owe it to them.
I'll at least pop back in and say something sometime soon.
