December 15, 2004

Spheres of Influence

Jeremy here

How does one view expansion?
It is like a concussion cascade, first an implosion followed by a geometric explosion, or is it more of a gradually decreasing creeping fog.

I think back to my first venture into the internets, (Ignoring the old dial up BBSs of my youth) but rather the internet adventures of the early to mid ninties.

As I look back, my virtual reality has increased like a creeping morning fog. (That is about as artistic as I'm gonna get)
- First, starting as a young college geek, with his first Community College E-mail account. (We didn't have webpages back then.)
- Then I moved to the desert, and graduated to a Univesity E-mail account (actually I subverted myself into several servers, one VMS, one UNIX, and one of some unknown Mainframe language that was so restricted that I just didn't care about it.)
BUT, there was my first website.
"The Homepage That Your Parents Warned you About" - ah, those were the days, learning HTML by the seat of my pants.

But even worse, I now had a worldwide audience. I could inflict major damage now.

Fortunately, God put on the brakes just a few months later. (but that is another story.)

I moved away from the University to my first apartment, and subscribed to my first dial-up internet service provider. They were also so nice to provide me a website, and The Essential Jeremy R. Gilby Experience was created.

For those of you keeping score at home, that is 2 websites. Double the fun!

Just before graduating, I was employed by a not-so-small-software organization. After a few months, I was staffed in a department that offered small businesses their own domain names. (and I then discovered the joy of being a Personal-Domain-Name-Owner)

Jeremy-Gilby-dot-com was created.

It was collossal.
It was heralded through the ages.
It had cgi
It had perl
It had php
It was a BLOG!
(Okay, so maybe you had to be there.)

But of course, with access to unlimited free domain names, thanks to the job, I had websites coming out of the woodwork (at one count, I had 15 - YES, 15)
I was overboard.
I mean, who needed a domain name of back-the-truck-up.com?
Really...

So that was pruned down.
I'm down to a handful again (less than 5)

But the madness does not stop there.
For you are witnessing it.

This, is a guest blog.
I'm not the owner of this site. Not even close.

I'm a visitor.
With edit rights!

Yes, the sphere is ever increasing.
Where will it stop?


Okay, really. I hope to have some fun here. (Along with the plethora of other guest bloggers while Rae enjoies her precious time with kith and kin.)

Don't worry Rae, we'll keep watch of the fort.

Posted by at December 15, 2004 06:34 PM | TrackBack
Comments

This threw me really badly when I started reading it, Jeremy. I found my brain imagining you in those shoes and that little black and pink number Rae described in a couple of her other posts, as it (the brain) adjusted to this being you instead of Rae.

Ah, well. What's a few months of forthcoming therapy between friends?

(Enjoyed your post, BTW. Enjoy the editing power.)

Posted by: Cindy at December 15, 2004 07:33 PM

Don't Panic, everyone...
Read the WHOLE Thing.
Then read the whole previous article.

This is not the outer limits. I do not control the horizontal, nor do I control the vertical.

Please Stand By

Cindy: Now *I* need therapy after that image.

Posted by: Jeremy at December 15, 2004 07:53 PM

Thanks :)

Posted by: Rae at December 15, 2004 10:15 PM
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