I’m a thief and a liar. So?
This post is not about the Snowflake Method, to which I (ahem) faintly alluded in my last ridiculous post. It’s about what I was doing ten years ago. So I lied. And I’m stealing an idea.
This will be mercifully short. I got the idea from Punchline Walking, who got it from WhiskeyMarie, who got it from FriedaBee, and that is as far as I got before I fell victim to blog fatigue, went to the kitchen for a beer and got lost in a maze of browser tabs on my return.
Ten years ago, I was working for one of the following: an attorney, a small newspaper, or a large crappy internet service provider. 1998 was a rather scrambled up year for me. I was probably in New Mexico. I could check my income tax returns, or old copies of my resume, just to be sure, but I’m lazy.
The whole point of this is that I don’t really remember.
I know the entire history of Middle Earth. I can quote long passages of Shakespeare, James Joyce, Henry Miller, the Bible, and Scarface at length, from memory. I remember my sixth birthday party. I remember my 10th birthday party (that was the year nobody showed up, and I vowed to never have another birthday party ever again). I still remember most of the abbreviations in the periodic table of elements, and the silly cartoons my high school chemistry teacher drew (featuring Elmer the Electron) to illustrate how atoms combine to form molecules.
But I’m not sure what I was doing ten years ago, except that I was underpaid, whatever it was.