So in the past, trying to clean the comment sections of this site up from a plague of spam, I accidentally killed a great deal of entries. Most of them were from the start of this mess of words, from my first season on the ice in 2003. Thanks to the magic of the WayBack Machine, however, I've been able to reconstruct the missing entries - spelling mistakes, early (poor) writing, and all.

Strange to think that back in early 2003 my site was one of thousands upon thousands being cataloged in an attempt to "preserve" the internet. Strange that I've a few magnetic bits floating around in petabyte upon petabyte (that's lots upon lots) of information in a server room in San Francisco. Strange that for all the preservation being done, it's so fragile (a whole discussion on the archeological ramifications of our digital storage of current history). Strange indeed, but satisfied.

Satisfied that I've got a few old entries back - that there is an equivalent feeling to finding old journals once lost again. Even if I may not be immensely proud of what they contain, they still contain me. I'd rather not lose that small bit of memory, that small piece of my soul.