Tuesday, January 31, 2017

The Worst Kept Secrets

HOLY SHIT!  Do you guys remember Live Journal?  Cause I do, and that stuff was nuts.

     Every time I am presented with a situation in which someone is keeping a diary or journal, I am always tempted to do so myself.  It seems like such a great idea.  Then I remember that I am an award winning blogger, and I should just take the time to express my thoughts by writing my blog on a more regular basis.  But the two don't always jive, because what you don't come here to read, Company, is my innermost thoughts and feelings about the daily life and times of a media mogul. You want entertainment.  But I digress.  Back in the day, if you wanted a diary or journal that you could share with people all over the place you would use something called Live Journal.
     Live Journal was like someone took your personal diary - you know, the one which you keep under your pillow and which has that little easily picked key lock on it - and smashed it at high speed into the Internet.  It really was quite innovative, and aspects of it can be found here at the site that I use to create Big Dave and Company: Blogger, on Facebook, and in a number of other places around the Internet.  You had this community of friends who could see what you posted and vice versa, and whenever you put out an entry they could go read all about it.  It was pretty slick.
     Except back then the Internet was still sort of in its infancy, and so people weren't as quick to the uptake as they are today.  Exactly why one would want to take their diary - something which in written book form is usually kept hidden and often features a locking cover - and publish it for all to see is beyond me.  That is something that your family does posthumously after you die in your blaze of glory.  But people did because of reasons and it got them in trouble so often.  It was really easy, back in those Internet infancy days, to forget just how connected you suddenly had become, and people would go in their Live Journal forgetting that people could read it.  Or not understanding that stuff was out there once it was out there, and that it was discoverable.  So inevitably someone would find what you said about them, or the six degrees of Kevin Bacon would kick in and a mutual friend would rat you out and suddenly you had a social situation with your college roommate on your hand.
     What it turned out to be, in those early days of the Internet, was like moving into a small town when you have never lived in a small town before.  In a small town everyone is related somehow, and even if you are not related, everyone knows everyone, so it takes some time to get used to the fact that you have to be VERY careful about what you say.and who you say it around.  Eventually you figure out just to keep your mouth shut because it will always get back around.
     And so it was with Live Journal.  Eventually people figured it out (well, most people did) and it sort of evolved into more of a blog hosting site which was eventually sold off to the Russians.And with it all of our secrets.  Not national secrets, but all that gossip about who we like and how we can't believe what she did with her hair or did you hear about the skank you ex is dating now?  Those secrets.  Except they were the worst kept secrets around.
     

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