(The Mighty Kymm--you'll not see nothing like!)


5 May

Happy fourth anniversary to this page! I will eat a grape and smell a daisy today to celebrate.

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I remember how it all started. I think. It may be romanticized in my fevered brain, I wouldn't be a bit surprised, but this is how I think it was.

I got my computer in 1995 and discovered the Internet. This was, may I add, on AOL at $2.95 an hour, so I was bending over and saying "Please sir may I have another", but it was a wonderful world out there.

The first personal page I found that I thought was really interesting was an amazing story called "Bowling Hell" by this guy who was going to school in Bowling Green. He wrote hilarious stories, he included his honeymoon pictures, it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. Who the hell would think that strangers would be interested by their honeymoon pictures, and be right?

Then I found another page, called Robin's Weekly Bytes of Gold, and it was mostly an running commentary of links, like an early weblog, and she was on Angelfire, but somehow it still didn't occur to me that anyone could have a page.

Then, off a link from Robin, I found a place that listed free stuff, and there was a mailing list, and one day they said "Free homepages at Angelfire!" and I decided, what the heck!

It was mostly links, and ugly as hell, but there was this one section that I changed every day. It took me about three months before I realized that it was a journal, and another two before I found any other journals, starting with the infamous Elly, who said when I said "Gosh, I've never seen anyone else who does what I do!" "Go look at Open Pages!"

And thus is history made.

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How has this changed my life? What would be different if I never decided to do this?

I cannot imagine what would be the same! I guess I'd be living in the same house and working in the same job (that goes in the "how would my life be different had I never been in Love Creek" file), but so much of how I view the world and how I think of myself would be completely changed.

Not to mention the friends I wouldn't have, the places I wouldn't have gone. The bizarre feeling it is having what can only be described as fans without being a star. I think everyone on earth should have like three fans, because one is a crazy stalker, two are still a little scary, but three is a cheering section, and having a little group of people behind you saying "Yay, Kymm, yay! Go, Kymm, go! Rah rah rah!" is immensely encouraging.

I thank everyone who has read this page over the years, especially the small group who actually have been reading it from the beginning (hi, Josh!), who suffered through my appalling archiving system, and the people that will start today. The ones that will surf on in here from somewhere and start wandering around the archives, reading the whole thing, or maybe just the last couple of months, but deciding that this is a place that they want to come back to.

(three balls)

I have been very bad about my Journal of the Week this week, only linking it once and never talking about it at length.

It is, as I said, the wonderful Blue and Green, a beautifully written piece of work that I started working my way through awhile back, but since I am a magpie and get distracted by shiny things, I forgot to finish it. I will not make that mistake again.

Of course, the thing that reminded me, and the thing that made me make this Journal of the Week, was the already well-linked Mo White and the Seven Journallers.

That's how Journals of the Week are made, guys, by writing a funny story and putting me in it first!

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Today's horoscope:
Today's a day for planning for the future. Begin visualizing ways to expand your career options. Create more success for yourself.

One year ago today:
I don't have anything like enough dog collars and riding crops!

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