Most recently I have been struck by a desire, I don't remember whence it came, to revisit the dizzying heights and complexity of LoTR fanfic circa 2004. Oh my gosh.
I had forgotten much of how it was. It took a lot of searching but I finally rediscovered (via a Google search that took me to my own Livejournal of that era!) Oak and Willow. I don't have time to get into it but if you know who Celeborn and Galadriel are then it's worth reading. If you don't recognize those names you probably won't care enough to get you through the thicket of Feanorians.
I just read an article about the demise of LJ. Oh, I know, there have been articles like that for years. Shoot, I closed the tab. This entry grows pointless. ah well.
But it did make me remember. Remember a time when I used to write more than I read, and when I used to distill my thoughts by writing, and how I used to be fluent at expressing myself in writing. And when that meant something.
Now I must go to Tumblr to reblog that photoset of the Boston Terrier in costume. The one where he's wearing wax lips-- oh! how I laughed! Oh it's made my day.
That's how I deal with the Internet nowadays...