Meandering along with the crowd

Well, I suppose I've finally done it: not only have I decided to mosey casually in the wake of the huge drive towards self-indulgent blogging, I'm also posting the ironically self-aware "first message" where I talk about actually doing so.

How depressingly meta.

On a bit of a whim, I was inspired to build a blog because I happened across an old friend doing so. It was a bizarrely modern stream-of-consciousness arrival:

• I self-Googled sometime last year, discovering an Edmonton blogger who mentioned Vue Weekly.
• That blog referred to another local blog, who mentioned Paul Wells' snappy political discourse.
• One day, Paul Wells mentioned Colby Cosh, who had a list of his friends' links and voila, Sarah Eve Kelly. (Who thankfully posted a pic of the girl I remember - I'm terrible with names.)

All of a sudden, I found someone I knew back in my pre-WWW, BBSing days. Memories of Djarum-fogged conversations and anonymous flirtation on dial-up text-only post sites like Magic Roundabout and Weasel's Palace came flooding back.

I thought to myself that if I got such a bizarre, nostalgic rush from coming across evidence of a life I barely remember, perhaps my presence will mean the same intensity of discovery for someone else. (Heather? Colleen? Drop me a note.) Or not. This blog could just mean that another hit comes up when I self-Google. Which is fine, and the essence of self-indulgence.