I usually end up going back to read my own threads, especially for characters like Eustace or Guinevere or Henry Fitzroy who aren't around any more but who had AWESOME stuff happen (and about 60% of the time I end up going "Holy crap, how was I writing that well back then? I don't remember writing that well back then!" Which is cool). Although recently I wanted to reference Tim's War (the first one) in an OOC communique and ended up trawling around early 2005 for a while.
It's always kind of weird for me to read the archives, especially that early 2005 period, because Milliways really permeated my life for those first few months. It was intense. I was in a touring show at the time, and I particularly remember one flight home where the flight attendants had to ask if there was anyone with first aid qualifications on-board. I actually had to stop myself from raising my hand, and remind myself that Nita is the healer, not me. Which is possibly a level of character bleed I shouldn't admit. >.>
Anyway, you know how certain smells can snap you into a memory in a blink? Reading the archives does that for me. I remember sitting at my computer after school doing my algebra homework and waiting tensely for tags to come in; of course, I remember clusterfucking Mina Harker-mun and Norrington-mun!Kate (before I knew her) by trying to do a three-way thread with little to no OOC communication. Woohoo, newbie mistakes.
And I remember sitting backstage composing threads and OOMs and tags in my head, and I remember writing some of my best poetry inspired by in-bar happenings, and I remember reading Dark Tower, and watching Firefly with friend at a camp I didn't have Internet access and having to stifle a whispered "Charyou tree!" during "Safe" because none of them would get it.
rymenhild and I were talking the other day about how crazy it is that I'm in college now, and we've known each other since I was in high school, and now here we are discussing grad school possibilities. In-freaking-sane.
. . . Um, I seem to have gotten some nostalgia all over your post. Lemme get a towel. >.>
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It's always kind of weird for me to read the archives, especially that early 2005 period, because Milliways really permeated my life for those first few months. It was intense. I was in a touring show at the time, and I particularly remember one flight home where the flight attendants had to ask if there was anyone with first aid qualifications on-board. I actually had to stop myself from raising my hand, and remind myself that Nita is the healer, not me. Which is possibly a level of character bleed I shouldn't admit. >.>
Anyway, you know how certain smells can snap you into a memory in a blink? Reading the archives does that for me. I remember sitting at my computer after school doing my algebra homework and waiting tensely for tags to come in; of course, I remember clusterfucking Mina Harker-mun and Norrington-mun!Kate (before I knew her) by trying to do a three-way thread with little to no OOC communication. Woohoo, newbie mistakes.
And I remember sitting backstage composing threads and OOMs and tags in my head, and I remember writing some of my best poetry inspired by in-bar happenings, and I remember reading Dark Tower, and watching Firefly with friend at a camp I didn't have Internet access and having to stifle a whispered "Charyou tree!" during "Safe" because none of them would get it.
. . . Um, I seem to have gotten some nostalgia all over your post. Lemme get a towel. >.>