[01:04] * Gyggi[HorridEssay] changes topic to ‘No one for nothing ever. \o/ || fab & storm 2004: welcome to the new america, where the weak are killed and STUPID STUPID STUPID | Counter reset: 0 Days Since Asha Got Smashed’
[01:05] <@Asha`monkey> No dude.
[01:05] <@Asha`monkey> I told you.
[01:05] <@Asha`monkey> I didn’t drink.
[01:05] <@Asha`monkey> I only had two beerts
[01:05] <@Asha`monkey> But THE MUFFINFS
[01:05] <@Asha`monkey> THE MUFFINS WERE FUCKED UP
[01:05] <@Asha`monkey> Fuck.
[01:05] * Gyggi[HorridEssay] changes topic to ‘No one for nothing ever. \o/ || fab & storm 2004: welcome to the new america, where the weak are killed and STUPID STUPID STUPID | There has been a correction. Counter reset: 0 Days Since Asha Got Smashed and Stoned’
Before Facebook, Twitter, and a great deal many social networking things, we had IRC. It wasn’t the sort of thing you just walked into, you had to at least figure out how the client worked, but after that, it was a gateway to what Law & Order would call “the darknet”.
An ircop from the network I used to hang out with during high school and beyond, about 2001 to 2006, passed away suddenly a short time ago. Death is something that I am fucking terrified of, to the point where I have small anxiety attacks throughout the day when it surfaces to my consciousness. My wife thinks it is silly, but it’s terrifying because there is literally no way I would know when it happens, it just does. I reasonably assume that I will get to at least seventy or eighty, but there is no guarantees, and when it happens, that’s it.
[23:28] <Thep> SHES BISECUASLA
[23:28] <Thep> BISEXUAL
[23:29] <Thep> BUT SO CUTE AN TUNRN ME ION
[23:29] <Sora> Hahahaha oh yeah, Thep’s drunk
[23:29] <Thep> I;l talk to you fuckers alter.
[23:29] <Sora> I forgot
[23:29] <Sora> Hahaha
[23:29] <Sora> Fuckers alter.
[23:29] <Thep> BAKE
[23:29] <Thep> IT
[23:29] <Sora> Borken
[23:29] <Thep> BIG
[23:29] <Thep> If I wake up with women folk in the bed, I will be haoppy ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
[23:30] <Thep> BUHBYE
[23:30] <Thep> TW
[23:30] <Thep> BTW
[23:30] <Thep> Im ver dryun,,.
[23:30] <Thep> drunk
[23:30] <@YukaMobile> GO SLEEP ASSWAD
[23:30] <Thep> b nnbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbdamn
[23:30] <Thep> NO
[23:30] <Thep> THERE IS WOMEN
[23:30] <Thep> WOMAN
[23:30] <Thep> SHI IS BI
[23:30] * YukaMobile sets mode: +b *!*@THE-WRETCHED.keene.edu
[23:30] * Thep was kicked by YukaMobile (WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ON IRC THEN)
For most people, they believe in religion, they believe in God, or Jesus, or Heaven, or Reincarnation. I simply have no beliefs. I am not atheist, however, because I do believe that there may be forces beyond our solar system, or in a different plane of existence or dimension that may possess some kind of power we don’t understand, but all evidence seems to suggest that when we die, that’s it. There is nothing more. That scares the fuck out of me. Seriously.
Life is something that I hold on to dearly because of it, because we live in this mortal plane where we we can blink out so quickly that it’s frivolous to hold on to negative feelings, emotions, and constructs. Every day you read a horrific accident or murder and wonder what causes people to treat life so carelessly, to just discard everything before they’ve even tried. Sandy Hook was especially harrowing to read about locally years ago because they’re just children, they haven’t even reached the best years of their lives, and it’s put out by a crazy kid with his own fucked up head of emotions left unchecked by those who loved him.
But what brought me back to looking at the fragments of IRC logs I had left from those years wasn’t death, but life, the fun times, the crazy times, even some of the serious business times. I met a lot of these people at conventions, I even sat out in a hotel lobby at 3AM in the morning with a few of these people just talking. We’ve all gone our own ways, and chat on Facebook or Twitter, maybe argued a thing or two about current events. I don’t have many real friends, a consequence of my introverted social dysfunctional being, and because I work all week, so I try to keep in touch with people online. Back then, when I got home from work, I’d pop on to IRC and talk about nothing. It was liberating. These days, I forget I am connected to IRC, and the channels I am on are dead or just mindless chatter.
[16:42] <DJ_Izumi> …I should airbrush those ears out of that picture, people might assume I’m a furry. o___o
[16:43] <Devilbunny> whereas I look very male, no question about it.
[16:43] * Devilbunny thinks.
[16:43] <@wombat|sleep> yeah Iz, you might get DB hitting on you
[16:44] <Devilbunny> http://www.imaxx.net/~dughi/me/rage2.jpg <- me. Not furry, though you can be sure that people who say so are bastards. [16:44] <@wombat|sleep> that’s the only known photo of DB out of his fursuit
[16:44] <Devilbunny> that’s not true at all 😛
[16:45] <Devilbunny> and I don’t HAVE a cat suit
[16:45] <Devilbunny> that is SO my real body.
[16:45] <%Storm> if you don’t care, then why do you A)get upset when we point out you’re a furry B)try so hard to show pics that aren’t furry in nature?
[16:46] <Devilbunny> down here in austin, the windows are open, I’m wearing shorts, and uh..
[16:47] <@wombat|sleep> nice and warm in the fursuit, eh DB?
[16:48] <%Storm> Next on Fox: when furries attack, starring DB
This guy helped run something I spent a lot of time on talking to a bunch of fun people. While we weren’t particularly close or anything like that, he always noticed when my IP address would hit four connected hosts on the network constantly from friends I had over logging in and out and was super patient with that. He was the voice of reason when other ircops went off the deep end. He was just a good guy, and he meant a lot more to other people I know, so I feel especially bad for them, because that sucks the most. I was in that place last summer when my former co-worker and friend was killed in a car accident. These things just happen, and these things just suck.
So at least for this moment, I’m just remembering when things were fun.