5 Year old email from an ex-girlfriend. I was thinking about that time a couple of weeks ago, I couldn’t even remember her last name.
4 year old email from a good friend no longer with us.
4 year old flame wars.
3 year old email from another ex-girlfriend who I had forgotten I had gotten on so well with.
Jesus, ctrl+a followed by delete is so very tempting. I am not the person I was for any of these emails and I have not been for a while. Then again I am not the person I was yesterday.
Fuck me, so many old names scrolling past me. My how much has changed by now. I’m in two minds really, part of me wants to go through everything and read it, part of me wants to kill it all. Either way it really does show what difference a few years can make.”Web-based Geo-spatial Digital Libraries”…. that one gets a what the fuck at 10 out of 10 as of course does “anything else or is that it??”
On a seperate but somewhat releated note I have a problem. Well I have many of course, but I have one lurking at the forefront of my brain for the past couple of days. For how long does one have to pay for their ‘mistakes’? Oh yes of course the flipside of this is how long do make someone pay for their mistakes?
I was in a bar in town with a friend once. I believe it was The Bridge on West Mooreland Street. We were having a chat and a couple of beers. I think we were mainly talking about comics, he introduced me to quite a lot of Image stuff way back when. Sometime during the evening my mobile rang. I answered it and spoke to the person on the other end for a while. While I was on the phone, Russel was carrying on a converstion with me… well he was more taking the piss but hey. He wanted to know what time I was going to meet her at and what the room number was. Pretty much the usual grief you can give a mate while they are on the phone. I am reminded of that night at the moment. It amused me.