Electron Hut: Kyle Bedell’s Blog

One of my sister  Micaela’s journal posts really got me thinking (my emphasis in bold):

It’s so sad that nowadays we have to screen our internet lives in fear that respectable, reputable people might be insulted or think less of us because of them. I don’t care if my college, my employer, or even my Grandma can see photos of me on Facebook or read my user info. I don’t care if one of my friends stumbles upon my Deviantart account or that old Inuyasha fan fiction I wrote in 7th grade. My internet history is very telling to who I am as a person and how I have grown, and if I need to screen that.. then there’s something wrong with the way I live my life.

I think she has an excellent point; anyone who posts in a LiveJournal, has a Facebook or MySpace page, or countless other sites is almost writing an autobiography of themselves. An eternal archive of their stories, achievements, pastimes, and projects. Just a few examples:

• The first website I ever made in January of 1999
• Back in the early days of Palm OS, my friend Alex and I used to write little PIM apps and ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’ type games. I guess they’re still floating around
• All of my angsty high school years in one compact LiveJournal
• Our old virtual UO/tabletop D&D group’s site

I’m feeling all nostalgic now…anyone else care to share some of their early internet works?