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rambling, overthinking the internet again
2 years ago
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Over the past week or so, I've been looking for material, translations for obscure media that I'm interested in. Things once cared about and not so much anymore, that I feel almost alone in exploring, outside of the knowledge I've shared and been shown through my little friend group.
I'm just bringing it up, honestly, because most of the information I've found has been scattered throughout someone's personal blog circa 2008, and it's... odd, in a weird way, I think. Information shared through a 15 year window, spoken through one's personal translation project accompanied with notes only appropriate for its time. And scattered between the posts themselves, eager updates about the life of somebody who only exists now in a vacuum; still alive and in this world, yeah, but very likely not that same person anymore, if that makes sense. The one I read is delighted to share their experiences with college, and jokes "don't laugh at me" about listening to the newly released Disturbia. The version that exists out there, by now, probably hasn't thought of this blog in a very long time, or of their contributions to a very niche, small community.
It's just weird, how some things still exist as a time capsule. My dad mentioned to me a few months ago that he used to be well known for his contributions to the DOOM community for his WADs. I wonder often how long it's been since somebody has played them, or if they sit hidden deep in an archive somewhere.
I don't know. It's kind of endearing, in a way, seeing the happenings that somebody wanted to share with the world, 15 years ago. And as far as I'm aware, this blog is the only place where a translation for the media I'm looking through exists at all. It's a translation that's just as important to me today as sharing it was important to them, so long ago. A corner of the world where time is meaningless.
IDK.
I'm just bringing it up, honestly, because most of the information I've found has been scattered throughout someone's personal blog circa 2008, and it's... odd, in a weird way, I think. Information shared through a 15 year window, spoken through one's personal translation project accompanied with notes only appropriate for its time. And scattered between the posts themselves, eager updates about the life of somebody who only exists now in a vacuum; still alive and in this world, yeah, but very likely not that same person anymore, if that makes sense. The one I read is delighted to share their experiences with college, and jokes "don't laugh at me" about listening to the newly released Disturbia. The version that exists out there, by now, probably hasn't thought of this blog in a very long time, or of their contributions to a very niche, small community.
It's just weird, how some things still exist as a time capsule. My dad mentioned to me a few months ago that he used to be well known for his contributions to the DOOM community for his WADs. I wonder often how long it's been since somebody has played them, or if they sit hidden deep in an archive somewhere.
I don't know. It's kind of endearing, in a way, seeing the happenings that somebody wanted to share with the world, 15 years ago. And as far as I'm aware, this blog is the only place where a translation for the media I'm looking through exists at all. It's a translation that's just as important to me today as sharing it was important to them, so long ago. A corner of the world where time is meaningless.
IDK.
