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The failed diary

This was an experiment that didn’t work. It was a series of short memories – my memories, duh – that were linked together in three different ways: chonologically, as I posted them, chronologically, as they had happened in time, and topically. You could navigate the stories any way you liked.

Turns out, there was nothing particularly interesting in doing it that way (and keeping track was a nightmare).

Remember, this was early days and people were trying experimental comics that branched in different ways and ‘choose your own adventure’ and things like that. Turns out, there was nothing particularly interesting in those, either.

Because of the nature of it, I dropped a lot of personal (and likely traceable) information in this section. I later decided that was unwise – another reason I never tried to get the site back online.

The graphic was a take on an Altoids tin. Altoids were popular in my circle then, for some reason. I was particularly proud of the rusty tooth marks (see the color version). The pills are 1 milligram Xanax – a precious prescription I wrangled out of my doctor when I was a frequent flyer.


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: May 9, 2024, 8:51 pm

Memorrhoids, eh? Boy-golly, I got me some o’ them today: my 75th birthday. Fortunately, most of the really bothersome ones are from high school which I freed myself from in 1966.

It’s a shame we didn’t have Xanax back then; we had to make do with beer. Kids today when confronted with a steel beer can that you needed a special sharp pointy tool to open would likely go thirsty (there’s the obligatory “kids today” old fart comment).

Comment from Pupster
Time: May 10, 2024, 12:45 am

Happy Birthday Uncle Al!

Treat yourself to yelling at kids to get off the lawn. Anybody’s lawn.


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