That was the weirdest trip down memory lane I have ever had.
Mostly because it wasn't a trip as much as it was "stuck on a motorized pogo stick with unlimited leap length and no direction control". Links from - how many years? no idea - way back, less way back and waaaay back assaulted me with memories and strangeness. And this was just the "Fandom" folder.
I have at least 150 livejournal entries from various people bookmarked. Funny, sad, entertaining, hot and odd things.
I find issues I used to care about, sites that used to inspire me, projects I used to work on. And another livejournal that I used to post in with someone else. And reading that now is strange and surreal and kind of neat - because I know that a large part of me is still the person I read about there, even if I'm different too. I guess most Memory Lane trips (or crazy pogo stick rides) are like that: "I've changed, and I haven't."
Most sites that are now dead, I hardly remember, except "Baby's First Mythos" (you don't easily forget Cthulhu, after all), which just took some googling to dig up again. Bugs me a bit that WIN is down, it had some pick-me-up-fics that I'd like to re-read. Oh well.
What am I left with after this deeply world-shattering experience? Well, I miss Livejournal. Yeah, that's pretty much it. Not very philosophical, but I'm getting back on the LJ bandwagon properly again, because I miss all you awesome people, and I want to read about what you had for breakfast, whether you're stuck in an ash cloud somewhere, the last fan-sighting of Spike and what he was wearing, how awesome/awful work is and why the duckbilled platypus.
Be gentle with me. I might have been on this bike before, but it needs an oil change and new tyres, and I was never very good at things with wheels to begin with.