After looking over my old journal entries and the comments they got, I decided to delete them all. I'm not sure the mechanism by which some people found this journal, but the fact that anyone read it and commented definitely had an effect on me.
For some reason, I thought that keeping a slashdot journal might be an interesting thing to try. I tried keeping a journal in an actual book, but that became a pain in the ass, and a potential emotional liability if someone other than me ever read the thing. I thought, "I'll just keep personal details about myself private, and spew bullshit all I want." Sounds healthy right?
As it turns out, it sucks. I would always post in a half conscious state, after hours of trying to forget my life at around 3 or 4 in the morning. My entries, suprisingly, looked exactly like most of the crap people type in their comments on main stories. Except, of course, my entries had no need to address a topic, refute or claim anything, or even be funny. Where the need doesn't exist, neither does my effort.
So I will try and take a risk. I'll tell you the anonymous, and semi-anonymous, slashdot reader, a little about myself. Mainly, this is to help whoever clicks on my name on one of my posts to get an idea as to how much of an asshole I really am. Secondly, this is a great way to entertain myself, and it is a good excuse for the excessive amount of time I spend online.
Well, if you're here to see what kind of jerk posts crap like this, this or this - then let me help you hate me more. Alternately, if you know me already, or happen to like what I wrote (hah!) then this will also help you hate me more.
I grew up in Venice Beach, CA. I have two brothers, one who's older and likes to make money, and one who's younger and likes to be the best at academic things. When I was in elementary and junior high school my mom spent a bunch of money on her two youngest sons. We took Tae Kwon Do, Acting, and Piano lessons. I also used to take Jazz Ballet classes.
When I was 12-13, my older brother was moving out and my little brother was too into studying for his SAT's or whatever. I had one friend who lived down the street. His mother was sort of (in the literal sense) insane. He had issues.
We used to sit in the same room for hours on end just messing with his computers, playing games on the Genesis. This is where I put in my initial "geek" time: reading comics, cyber punk novels, the Book of the Subgenius, H.G. Wells, playing with the Commodore 64, DOS painting programs, Lego moon cities, model rockets, and lots of other things.
My friend went to a different junior highg school. So I became a loner. Luckily I live in a coastal area, and a really wierd one at that. I spent a lot of time at the beach, on my skateboard.
I've been kind of a loner ever since.
I graduated from UCSB, with an Anthropology degree. I spent the first four years there as a Chemistry major before I gave up in boredom and disgust, and switched majors. I moved back home. I am unemployed right now.
This brings me to the second reason for this looong entry. My personal entertainment. Needless to say, being moderately affluent and unemployed affords me a great deal of time to loaf and be online. I don't interact with a wide group of friends, so I always tend to feel isolated.
However, just like everyone, I have opinions. It makes me feel giddy expressing them in a public forum. I read a lot of books, web-sites, and news-sites. I just like writing about them and the thoughts they inspire.
Hopefully I've explained myself a little. Thanks for taking the time to read all of this. Afterall, what's the point of writing if there is no one there to read?