The Time Machine

I’m pretty sure there are a few of you who will consider this action to be a grave misstep.  What follows will surely cause a few of you to recoil as this forced introspection re-reveals to you what once festered in the darkest parts of your post-pubescent hearts.  As a belated celebration of my (our?) 10-year anniversary whining on the internet, I present to you the original archives of the first blog that have been preserved by the shear magnitude of the angst contained therein (and Google).  By opening this Pandora’s Box, I’ve surely marked myself for death but I care not.  The truth will out.

And so help me god, if I can get an XML/RSS of the MovableType era, we shall have it.