From the legacy archive
i keep having dreams that i’m back at the ol’ place. it’s dark, dreary, and boring. the people are usually walking around like unmotivated (except for by their task master) zombies and no one is happy.
and then i wake up, smiling.
You’ve found the legacy blog. It’s twenty-some years of writing, in roughly the state I left it. Spacer GIFs, old jokes, posts that did not age well; some of it is fine, some of it is a basement. I keep it online because the work was real, and because deleting old posts would feel like editing my own past.
If you’d rather see current writing, the writing page is the right door.
