Well, I've told this story any number of times, but there are always more people who haven't read it yet, so here we go again, quickly. The year was 2002, and almost no one that I knew was on LJ.
Ah, but that was just because I didn't have a good reason to sign up. I found a good reason – to bust some balls. With an invite code from
At that point, I wasn't sure what to do with the journal. I didn't want to delete it, because I had met quite a few other interesting people during my time here … not to mention the dozens of other real-life friends who had joined LJ with invites that I had given them. (I had also created more journals for tole-playing other characters, something I continue when I can manage to scrape up the time.) I also rather enjoyed the “Vodka God” persona that I had created (which has taken on a life of its own and refused to die). So I kept it up, but I still used the journal more for shits and grins than anything serious – until I (and others) got married, became parents, and suddenly had all sorts of adult things to talk about.
I keep most of that stuff friends-locked or filtered, though, and still spend a great deal of LJ time on simple shits and giggles – and far too much time playing with the graphics and HTML that go into LJ posts, as evidenced by my community,