~ameinias

So, as of this July I will have been at Deviantart six years. (Keeping in mind my old account at ~liankathleen.) Combining both accounts, I've had about 28,000 pages views, almost all from my old account. Neither account ever had a daily deviation. I suck at drawing, but I super-ultra suck and social networking, and that is the very thing that my school is telling me that my so-called future career is all about! I used to be much, much better at being social online. Sort of... back in the old days pre-Myspace/facebook/random automated fake social interaction, the old school days of message groups and IRC chat! And forums! Most of the friends I am really close to online I met 3-5 years ago, with a small handful closer to 8 years ago. I wonder if the internet is somehow a younger persons thing? Am I growing out of it or something? Or am I like some kind of dinosaur that can't keep up? Anyway I don't know what I'm supposed to evolve in to, since I pretty much suck ass at "IRL", too. LAMER.

When I was a tiny puppy I remember being anxious when everybody started switching from private e-mails or PMs to instant messengers, and suddenly kids at school I didn't like were on the internet as much as I was! But at the time you still couldn't really crowd up the internet much unless you were willing to learn how to do it, so, I dunno, being a geeky internet type still seemed at least semi-elite, to know enough stuff to put your own page up on the internet? Now everyone's on facebook and twitter and shit and it's not even just the cool kids invading the internet, it's people's grandmothers and prositots and freaking everyone, and maybe I know how to program a website but I sort of forgot a lot of what I knew because I haven't had to use it, and I can't keep up with all this facebook shit, because for some reason it was easier to muddle though four million lines of a/s/l anyone wanna cyber USA is waaay cooler than cannnda to find the three people I was talking to than muddling though four million entries of my friends changing their user pictures and posting surverys to get to... whatever the hell I'm supposed to get out of facebook.

Rawr rawr i'm a dinosaur

So I've been on DA for six years. Livejournal for eight years. I had a Blogger the year before that, and before that I generally manually updated a static website several times a day. I've had three domain names (beautycaged.com, blekkenhorst.ca and suburban-mythology.net) on four different hosts since 2001? or so? Before that I had websites hosted on a variety of free hosts or generously donated subdomains. I think I made my first website in 96' or 97', hung around in chats for a few years but wasn't really into it until '98 I got into the internet Buffy fandom, and basically spent the next three years spending every moment not at school in front of the computer. Got bored of Buffy and fandom in general in 2000, by which point I'd had the clever idea of putting up pictures and stories on the internet even if they didn't have anything to do with fandom, but that I could get people to look at them once I'd lured them in with the idea that we both liked the same TV show. Ditched fandom pretty much completely when I got into high school in favor of webcomics, although my first webcomic in 1999 was pretty much a Buffy rip-off slightly twisted after a few years of reworking.

Did stuff, went places, and while I've kept an online journal for almost ten years now, and that being daily-to-several-times-daily for about six years, in the last maybe four or five years my interest in internet social shit really hadn't gone much beyond updating that, my "art stuff", keeping up with a few friends I've known for years generally via livejournal, and lots and lots of art browsing. But I don't actually spend a LOT of time surfing around the web, and I certainly don't make a lot of effort to bother meeting new people. Which is, I guess, the problem. Because if I'm supposed to be depending on something I used to know really well to sort of help my "career" now that I'm supposed to be thinking about having one, I'm totally rusty.

Ah, oh well. Shit changes.

In closing: Oh man, I used to be in SO many webrings. I was, like, king of superfluous webrings!