You remember the 1990s. I’m sure you do. I’m pretty sure you’re trying desperately to forget it, but it’s too late now. It happened. Milli Vanilli damn well happened and we’re all just going to have to live with it.
Anyhow. The true joy of the 1990s was how few citezens had an internet identity. Companies were just starting to tap into that whole dotcom thing, but all over the world, people – you and me type people… well, maybe not him – slowly realised they could have a website.
Some people had a message to tell the world. Others had undying love for fictional characters. Others posted pictures of their cats. And we all know where that led*.
Now, of course, it’s the future. And rather than having better things, we just have more of them. Chances are, if you’re reading this, you have a blog. Most likely a facebook. Maybe a youtube channel. Some of us still have a myspace (now spelt “my______” like someone just swore. I hear it in my head as “my*bleeeep!*”). Maybe you’ve still got a few orphaned live journal entries.
Maybe you forgot to take down your embarassing art folio from when you’d just left high school.
I know I did. No, I’m not telling you where it is. Let me know if you find it… I don’t think I can take it down**.
Don’t ask me how I stumbled across it again. Please don’t ask me about all the bad poetry. And for the love of whichever god you favour, don’t ask me why it’s so orange. I was 19. Actually, don’t let me know if you find it.
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I’d like to think I’ve moved on, somewhat. After all, now my bad poetry has music behind it.

So nowadays I’ve restricted myself to only four or five different places on the web. Here, facebook, Twitter, and my little music project: Obvian which is about to get seriously updated so that it fits with the aforementioned myspace and the little CD (cover on display somewhere above this paragraph) I’m going to be trying to hand out to whoever happens to think my music is kind of alright.
Whether or not I should actually just move Obvian.com and this blog into one Nathstravaganza – there’s a word we’ll never hear again – was what made me wonder about all the orphaned sites I’ve left behind. I understand that music can be much more niche than my artwork is, so they’ll probably remain separate, but they’ll occasionally cross link for something big.
So, the moral for this story is to delete your old websites. Ever keep a diary? A small shrine to the Biker Mice from Mars? It’s out there.
Unless it was on Geocities. In that case, you’re pretty safe.
*I’m not linking to Keyboard Cat. Find it youself.
**I nearly posted it, but where’s the fun in just embarassing myself. I thought I’d let you do it.
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