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Chat 41, in which I sit and watch: July 11th 1998
Chat 42, in which I tolerate dishonesty: July 19th 1998
Chat 43, in which I argue about spelling: July 25th 1998
Chat 44, in which I rummage through the rubbish bin: August 1st 1998
Chat 45, in which I keep my big mouth shut: August 4th 1998
Chat 46, in which I meet my new best friend: August 8th 1998
Chat 47, in which I invite stabbing: August 15th 1998
Chat 48, in which I waste valuable time: August 18th 1998
Chat 49, in which I hug a savage beast: August 22nd 1998
Chat 50, in which I question the value of human life: August 29th 1998
Chat 51, in which I try hard: September 5th 1998
Chat 52, in which I fight a dragon: September 12th 1998
Chat 53, in which I created an artwork out of meat: September 19th 1998
Chat 54, in which I delve into my friend's personal life: September 26th 1998
Chat 55, in which I say guns are bad: October 3rd 1998 Federal Election Day
Chat 56, in which I crave carcinomas: October 10th 1998
Chat 57, in which I heal the sick: October 17th 1998
Chat 58, in which I throw food: October 24th 1998
Chat 59, in which I glue stuff: October 31st 1998
Chat 60, in which I call a horse-race: November 3rd 1998
Chat 61, in which I assist someone's suicide: November 7th 1998
Chat 62, in which I swallow a chair: November 14th 1998
Chat 63, in which I use balloons as weapons: November 21st 1998
Chat 64, in which I meet someone: November 28th 1998
Chat 65, in which I spout Rubbish: December 2nd 1998
Chat 66, in which I try to outlast the drunk skunk: December 5th 1998
Chat 67, it's my birthday: December 16th 1998
Chat 68, in which I become someone's arch-nemesis, December 26th 1998
Chat 69, in which I tell about my adventures: January 9th 1999
Chat 70, in which I flirt: January 17th 1999
Chat 71, in which I make a mistake: January 24th 1999
Chat 72, in which I become a stalker: January 31st 1999
Chat 73, in which I encounter a typical teenage airhead: February 7th 1999
Chat 74, in which I follow my gut: February 10th 1999
Chat 75, in which I battle the vampires: February 21st 1999
Chat 76, in which I put sugar in the coffee: February 24th 1999
Chat 77, in which I sing funny: February 28th 1999
 
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Chat 41, in which I sit and watch: July 11th 1998
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In Geocities Athens there is a man who used to be okay, but lately he has been upsetting everyone. So the admins chuck him out. And everyone loves the admins. So the man becomes resentful starts plotting petty revenge comes in again and again with repetitive offence and the admins can't stop him from coming back I sat and watched the battle good against evil for hours I barely said a thing.
 
Chat 42, in which I tolerate dishonesty: July 19th 1998
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In Geocities Athens:
This person named CAP was ordering everyone to get out and that was pretty funny but then someone named ssmith4 invited me to go with her to:
DanceArt Green Room
Where she attempted to pretend that she was a rich glamorous dancer snob but then Kim the honesty police came along and pressured her to tell the truth miss smith was shattered she left in tears I'll be emailing her
 
Chat 43, in which I argue about spelling: July 25th 1998
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In Geocities Paris:
I met an artist named hurtmonger he looked at my web-site and we argued about the spelling of a word.
In DanceArt Green Room:
All the girls are kind to each other. Don't want to intrude too much on their little community.
 
Chat 44, in which I rummage through the rubbish bin: August 1st 1998
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In Geocities Vienna:
Oh everyone's very cultured in here they're discussing art-films and novels and fine wines but I can manage to throw in the occasional witty comment while I'm searching through the virtual rubbish bin like a vagrant.
In Club Gabbay:
There's no administration in here anymore it's really gone downhill, like the Hollywood Hotel I describe the events of my day to no one in particular, but soon we are under attack from a vicious spammer psychotically flooding the screen with bile repetitive no option
 
Chat 45, in which I keep my big mouth shut: August 4th 1998
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In Yahoo chat:
This is a temporary room my name is Paradust 'cause Bloodwynd's already been taken and here we witness Desmond proposing to WildLilly yes it's a real internet relationship turned marriage someone call the virtual priest and then there's Angel and Lady_Danielle who decided to start dating today I'd better keep my big mouth shut.
 
Chat 46, in which I meet my new best friend: August 8th 1998
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In Geocities SoHo:
There are too many people in SoHo today, but that's okay because all my messages are directed towards one special girl it's clyzso and she's interested in me because I showed her my digital picture smallme.jpg and while she's stares at that I tell her about how I like poetry and deep music and we both like Bruce Springsteen oh what a compatible pair we might make she's got my email address and I've got hers just before I leave I submit my Institutional URL you know she probably won't email you after she finds out how psycho backslash superior I am at the web-site but who cares these things never work out anyway the important thing is that I had a good chat session.
 
Chat 47, in which I invite stabbing: August 15th 1998
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Meanwhile, in Yahoo chat, Sharessa Stagwood is relaxing. I decide to take a virtual photo of her, not knowing who she is. Sharessa Stagwood gets up and stabs me with a dagger. I say, ow! But one of the other chatters magically heals me. So now I'm back to perfect health and before long I'm snapping off more pictures of Sharessa Stagwood. She comes over and stabs me several times, twisting the dagger as she does so. I get high on the stabbing. More stabbing, I say! Sharessa Stagwood is a dangerous warrior like Xena she is really cool with her daggers.
 
Chat 48, in which I waste valuable time: August 18th 1998
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In Geocities Athens:
Everyone was advertising their web-sites and discussing their html I felt like an old pro but deep down I felt ashamed that I was wasting time in the chat-room when I should've been doing my homework.
 
Chat 49, in which I hug a savage beast: August 22nd 1998
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In Club Gabbay:
This idiot named Pornstar was makin' trouble, shouting spite I just looked at him and he told me to go to hell I said I just wanted to see if he'd get angry he said sure enough he was angry and I'd better watch out I hugged him and thanked him for making my day better he said I must be a queer I asked him isn't it okay for a man to hug another man without being queer he hinted that I'd probably want to have sex next I said no thanks, I'm a virgin just saving myself for the
(Pornstar leaves)
 
Chat 50, in which I question the value of human life: August 29th 1998
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In Geocities Rainforest:
Bloodwynd: Why is preserving human life so important?
mwbailey: Oh, it gives people something to complain about.
brad2: It's important to preserve human life because...
Brad2 went on to talk about cause and effect. He said that if one person dies then the effect they would've had on the world is obliterated. They could've made a great contribution to the world. Supposing a girl goes out with some other guy and as a result she avoids being raped and killed? I make a difference to the world.
Bloodwynd: I don't want to make a difference.
brad2: You don't have a choice.
Bloodwynd: Yes I do.
brad2: If you kill yourself
brad2: It will make
brad2: a
brad2: huge
brad2: difference.
brad2: So think
brad2: before you act.
He's right. I just realised I don't have a choice.
brad2: I'm going to save the earth one day.
Bloodwynd: The earth, or just the human race?
brad2: Just the humans, blood.
Ever since he was a "wee lad", brad2 knew he was different his fate is to save the human race. He admits that it sounds like delusion, but the feeling is so strong, it can't be ignored.
Bloodwynd: *thinks to himself* he's right my suicide would make a difference and I don't want to make a difference, that's why subconsciously, I don't want to commit suicide but he also seems to have some sort of mental illness.
Bloodwynd: leaves chat.
I left too early I should have got his email address. Brad2 is my nemesis he is in favour of preserving human life, while I am against it. Aren't I? Am I still against it? Why is preserving human life so important? Because death causes sadness stupid.
(yes but death doesn't hurt ME it doesn't cause sadness for ME everyone else wants the world to be safe because death causes sadness for them if everyone else had my apathetic attitude towards death, then life would not be worth preserving.
 
Chat 51, in which I try hard: September 5th 1998
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In Geocities Athens:
I met Clyzso again she was calling herself Auma this is the second time I've met her in a chat room she was so pleased to see me her and spat and xaxon were having a discussion about the problems in society Clyzso is an anarchist and I made comments about that and then we had a private conversation about our pastimes and our families I almost let slip that I don't buy presents but I didn't and Clyzso is very intelligent and when I said I was about to leave, she hinted that she hoped I could stay a little longer and the conversation continued it's tricky to converse but I think I pulled it off I didn't mess up not this time but it's soooo hard it's hard enough just thinking of something to respond with, let alone something that will click with her and make her feel good.
[note: I had a deep and lengthy email correspondence going on with Clyzso during this time]
 
Chat 52, in which I fight a dragon: September 12th 1998
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In Club Gabbay:
Bloodwynd: *takes a photo of Buffy's knife*
Bloodwynd: *processes the photo and makes six prints of it*
My photo manipulation activities caught the attention of a lass named Zairam, who said I knew too much about the Xerox machine. But I couldn't have a private conversation with her because of the IP validation errors. My old friend Cool was there he told me how to get rid of those errors and I will be forever in his debt. After photocopying Zairam's hand, I went into this whole routine with her about not giving her hand back. She SAID she wanted it back, but somehow even when I tried to return it she had trouble gaining possession of it detachable hand? I dunno, I'll play along.
In Yahoo chat:
Zinger's room:
Here's where the fun really begins. First there's Zinger who is absolutely wired and you can almost hear his fingers flying across those keys strange, strange man. Then there is Izthachu who pretends to be medieval and he uses those words that aren't in the dictionary another role-player. Then there is Ravenqueen, the beautiful but dangerous female being who can change into a cat and while she was in cat-form, I gave her a kick. This caused her to change again into a huge fire-breathing dragon. I started putting on my armour and assembling my arsenal. As the battle began, Zinger joined in he fought against Ravenqueen and soon became her major opponent. I hid behind the photocopier. Zinger was picked up in the dragon's teeth. He placed a bomb there and made a run for it. Five seconds later, Ravenqueen took pleasure in exploding. Then the pieces of her came together and formed a human figure female naked she was vulnerable at that point and relied on us to bring her some clothes. I only gave her jewellery and shoes but Zinger gave her a sexy black dress and then he left. With Zinger gone, and Izthachu gone, it was just me and Ravenqueen and she was so tired Ravenqueen is a woman who sleeps all day and spends the night playing a role, either in a chat room or in a role-playing game. Dark, dark life it sounds so nice
 
Chat 53, in which I created an artwork out of meat: September 19th 1998
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In Geocities Broadway:
Something fun happened with Black_siren and Caleah and eyre what was it I can't remember it was overshadowed by what happened
In Club Gabbay:
I started cooking a meat pie and preparing it for myself. Just as I was about to start eating it, some guy named 2-Tone shouted at me, DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE DOING! CHAT OR GET OUT! I just looked at him. He apologised to me. I put the pie on the table and started chopping it into 2500 pieces with a meat-cleaver. Snowy asked me if I was thinking of anyone when I did that. I replied that I was thinking of 2-Tone's grandmother, whereupon 2-Tone yelled at me, YOU'RE A FREAK! GET OUT! Snowy wanted to know why I had this desire to kill 2-Tone's grandmother. I explained that I didn't want to KILL her I wanted to honour her by creating this tribute to her. I went ahead and arranged the pieces to form a portrait of an elderly lady. I then cut the legs off the table and nailed the table-top to the wall. I applied a label to it, "Grandmother of 2-Tone". But meanwhile 2-Tone was hurling abuse at me unrelentingly. His friend Leigha apologised to me on his behalf, saying he's in a bad mood today. I removed the label. 2-Tone whispered THANK you! I threw some cake to Leigha and went down a passage to my institution, leaving the door open behind me.
 
Chat 54, in which I delve into my best friend's personal life: September 26th 1998
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In Geocities Vienna:
Bloodwynd whispers to Amuna: Hi! I was just hanging out in SoHo and someone told me you were looking for me.
Yes it's Clyzso again in the chat room she's smoked before but she's never spent money on cigarettes her father was an alcoholic she's never been totally drunk because her mother would kick her out if she came home in that condition and she gave me a picture of herself she won't be "Miss Sri Lanka" but it's a photo I can play around with endlessly in the digital playground.
 
Chat 55, in which I say guns are bad: October 3rd 1998 Federal Election Day
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In Yahoo chat:
I met Redskye and Dominion007 and told them I haven't showered in a week and then Redskye's stomach exploded and she accused us of staring at her breasts but we know she really wanted us to stare Redskye is a nympho of some kind.
In Club Gabbay:
I mentioned the election and some Aussie named CoolChick commented on it she was hoping Howard would be voted out. CoolChick's politics are the same as my own. We discussed Pauline Hanson and the Shooters Party. Some shooting enthusiast overheard my comments about gun-control and he started arguing with me. Meanwhile Kat was there I only chatted with her once on November 18th last year, but she remembered, and that was the end of it. The argument about guns was still going on, but I left and Gandalf took my side over.
 
Chat 56, in which I crave carcinomas: October 10th 1998
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In Club Gabbay:
Mad dog! I can't get in!
In Haunted House:
This room sucks no one pays attention to me in here
In Club Gabbay:
Mad dog! I still can't get in! But at least I can become a member [for free].
In Yahoo chat:
Mad freakin' dog it's empty room after empty room, I'm about to give up when suddenly I stumble across a room where the role-players are gathered. When I see these people I am always impressed by the depths to which they sink into their pretend lives. King has a wife and child I can accept that a person can become virtually married in cyberspace, although the child may well be a figment of his imagination. Recently his wife was virtually raped. And he's very upset about that. Then the two chatters Sin_Kitten and Zahkwin were discussing deep emotional issues and Zahkwin told Sin_Kitten to drink from The Bottle. What? They were so serious They were doing the actions and saying the words and staying in character the whole time but we know that nothing they said bore any relation to reality. How could they put so much creative energy into something which will never be recorded? I can see them sitting in front of their computer screens, captivated, but not smiling, because they're talking about serious stuff serious, but totally and utterly divorced from reality. And when a "fun" person comes in to break the mood, the Role Players leave the room together. And suddenly the place turns into a mosh-pit.
In Geocities TelevisionCity:
Mad dog I've been searching for a good chat all day and I can't find one. It's enough to make me want to go nuts in TelevisionCity and yell at strangers 'cause I want an argument. "You'll never get back the time you sold!" I DID end up having a good chat with the one they call Airports, who liked making puns about colons and commas. "Not to be confused on the operating table with semicolonectomy, which is having half your colon removed."
Bloodwynd says: Are you making bad jokes again? No one has half their colon removed.
Airports says: No, this is serious stuff. It's the surgery people have to have when they get carcinomas in their digestive system.
(Long pause)
Airports says: But let's not spend all day talking about carcinoma of the colon.
Bloodwynd says: I WANT A CARCINOMA!
Bloodwynd says: *cries with carcimoma-craving*
But after explaining to Airports why I wanted a carcinoma, I have to leave.
 
Chat 57, in which I heal the sick: October 17th 1998
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In Club Gabbay:
I didn't even have to say anything someone asked me about my name as soon as I stepped into the lobby, and the private conversation flowed on from there. It was a nice Pittsburgian girl named Angela, she was only 13 but I felt like I was talking to Clyzso I showed her my picture and she said that I looked HOT I replied that I was really not hot Angela is a night person and when she told me what's appealing about walking at night outside, I found that she had taken the words right out of my mouth. Damaris was there she was sick and I gave her some medicine while Angela was out getting some CDs from her friend's house. I would have chatted with Angela for longer but something at EISA got screwed up and suddenly I was denied access to all international web-destinations. She never did get my email address but if she knows how web-sites work then she'll be able to trace my URL from the picture address that I gave her. What do I need another email pal for, anyway. The only thing to do was disconnect and switch off.
 
Chat 58, in which I throw food: October 24th 1998
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In Geocities SoHo:
Big Jake asked me what's my claim to fame. I said I'm not famous, but maybe one day I'll be famous for starving to death. Ronnee said she once fasted for charity and that was pretty hard. I said it would be different for me. She said why. I said because I'm good at starving starving is my "thing" that I "do". Then I ate a large cake, and accepted food from chatters all 'round. One chatter named Saddness was just standing there saying nothing and I teased her about it and then threw up on her. Later, when the room became more crowded and everyone was being medieval to each other, I started throwing food at the wall 'cause I was making a modern art piece. I also threw some garlic into Ronnee's juice glass and I threw Ronnee to the floor when she fell asleep. Throwing, throwing, throwing. It's all about disorderly conduct I'm not here to promote World Peace.
 
Chat 59, in which I glue stuff: October 31st 1998
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In Geocities Athens:
Kinda hard to get started but I mucked around with some cardboard and glue and then glued the glue-lid to PreDoc's foot. This amused Jade who added some pipe-cleaners no, it was Sal, but Sal was male and PreDoc was female she ripped the glue-lid off her foot, taking skin and flesh with it. Other parts of the foot were distributed to hungry animals nearby, but my attention was distracted by the entrance of Airports, whom I'd spoken to on the tenth. He started in on the melanomas thing and I started holding my breath. But he said if I held my breath for long enough, my body would inhale involuntarily. So I put a plastic bag over my head and glued the opening onto my neck. I lost consciousness. I died. Oh, and they were expecting so much more
 
Chat 60, in which I call a horse-race: November 3rd 1998
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In Geocities Athens:
Bloodwynd says: It's Melbourne Cup Day
Bloodwynd says: It's the race that stops a nation
Bloodwynd says: The horses are lining up at the gates.
Bloodwynd says: And they're off!
Bloodwynd says: Oh! Three Crowns has fallen
Bloodwynd says: Faithful Son is in the lead by a length and a half
Bloodwynd says: Second Coming is coming second
Bloodwynd says: Jezabeel has taken the lead
Bloodwynd says: Jezabeel has won the race
Bloodwynd says: I'm going to turn the TV off now
Bloodwynd says: The TV is now off.
(They're all Americans they don't give a mad-dog)
In Geocities SoHo:
Bloodwynd says: MAD DOG!
I started speaking nonsense in SoHo but it was artistic nonsense and acronymph came in speaking poetry and for a while we were happy alone just having communications in nonsense and poetry and when ordinarygirl came in she didn't know what to make of us. She tried to figure us out, thinking there must be some meaning hidden behind the art, but she didn't try for long. It goes in there, as poetry, it comes out here, as nonsense. Acronymph tired of it first.
(Bon nuit, bloodwine)
     Bon
                  nymph

 

Chat 61, in which I assist someone's suicide: November 7th 1998
In Geocities Athens:
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Someone named CoolArrow was climbing up on Chipie's shoulders in order to gain some height so he could hang himself. After the noose was around his neck, he told Chipie to step aside, but Chipie wouldn't do it. So I pushed Chipie, thus resulting in CoolArrow's death. But he soon came back as Cool'sGhost, much to Chipie's delight. And I commented to Airport that Cool wasn't the only one to come back from the dead.
Chatting in chat-rooms tends to make one a bit crazy after a while, especially when my search for Clyzso comes to naught, so when they start talking about Eva Peron, I'm throwing in comments that sound sort of intelligent at first, until you realise that Eva Peron is not a singing librarian who used to live in Tasmania you might almost think I was talking about Merida Sussex and then the intellectual 1percentile was looking for screenwriters so I pretended to be one, but that soon fell apart. Man, I'll do anything for attention. Gotta keep typing in stuff anything no matter whether it makes sense or not.
 
Chat 62, in which I swallow a chair: November 14th 1998
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In Geocities Rainforest:
I told everyone that I got drunk last night, and this caused Falcon to start ranting about the evils of alcohol. Later, while Falcon went out temporarily, I started eating his chair. I didn't chop it up or anything nope, I slowly swallowed it whole. But the Rainforest is the sort of chat room where chair-eating is not really encouraged. In fact, I soon became aware that several chatters had me on ignore.
Bloodwynd: Falcon don't sit down! Don't sit down!
Falcon: BW I never do
Bloodwynd: Falcon yes you do just before you said that you were sitting above everyone, listening.
Falcon: Intelligent conversation, blood?
Dove: Bloodwynd's conversation is far from intelligent, Falcon
Bloodwynd: Yes Falcon but most of the room has me on ignore
Falcon: Why's that?
Bloodwynd: I dunno I guess they don't like intelligentness.
I wanted to get the attention of Dove, but failing that I wanted to get the attention of any new chatter that entered the room, just so I could speak with someone who didn't have me on ignore. StarlightKnight came in and he was a role-player so I could muck around with him. It was fun and it drew comment from Dove. Then after Dove left I found out that she was like 60 years old.
 
Chat 63, in which I use balloons as weapons: November 21st 1998
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In Geocities Athens:
Two guys who were turning Athens into a war-zone today were PinkKum and Painandfury all I had to do was look at 'em and they started kickin' my butt and I fought back by chopping them, stabbing and slapping with various weapons and they were seasoned fighters so I was no match for them most of their assault was sexual and homophobic and towards the end I was getting silly, hitting them with balloons and such and this guy Ray came in and they started getting stuck into him, but I gave him some cake and the aggressive chatters said that was a pretty faggy thing to do and I said it was just a gesture of goodwill and so the carnage continued. My last messages
Well it's been fun and all
But I must be going

And I left before they could give an insulting comeback.
In Geocities SoHo:
It's depression day in SoHo everyone is down and out and reading sad poetry to each other suddenly The Rock comes in and whispers that he's PinkKum I put him on ignore straight away but I can't relax while he's still here, an evil presence among the gentle poetic folk. The Rock doesn't stay long. Soon a Christian comes in and starts spouting religious rhetoric, trying to convert us FaeryChilde started talking about paganism and Frost started arguing every religious point, 'cause he was obviously this brainy theological expert I got a few good points in too, like I said Saul might have been hearing a psychotic voice instead of the voice of God and then Blue started venting depression and despair and it was back to that FaeryChilde sympathized with Blue Frost offered some excellent advice I said "People would miss you if you left blue" but there was this idiot named ordin_man who'd never suffered depression in his life who said that missing people wasn't the point we have an "obligation to mother-nature" to stay alive. Well I couldn't stand for that. You know committing suicide is not going to do any harm to mother nature. And you know I'm not going to do argue against suicide when it's euthanasia as in depression but Blue says:
"God won't let me die yet God has some sort of plan for me."
 
Chat 64, in which I meet someone: November 28th 1998
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In Geocities SoHo:
I may have encountered Acronymph of 3/11/98 again but if so it was here under a different name and so was I, for that matter we typed in meaningless jelly as if we were spies talking in code I tired of it first.
In Geocities Athens:
I met a bad typist named The Cryptic One, real name Charmain in Brisbane she always spoke in CAPITAL LETTERS NO MATTER HOW MUCH I TOLD HER IT WAS ANNOYING I answered all her questions 'cos she was interested and she's trying to get into Graphic Design too. Art is her life. When I asked her what sort of art she does most, she said that was too difficult a question and she couldn't answer.
Bloodwynd says: Well, then, how old are you? That's an easy one.
Charmain was reluctant to tell me her age, but eventually I coaxed it out of her 17, at least that's what she said. She seems to have a few social oddities she has my email address, maybe she'll write.
 
Chat 65, in which I spout rubbish: December 2nd 1998
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In Geocities Paris:
The chatters were singing a sweet love song to each other, using the musical symbol to indicate singing. And I contributed:
Dead rat dead rat dead rat. Nice touch just what the song needed. I asked Zed if he'd had any hallucinations then I asked him if he used to collect stamps and I made like I was investigating the link between stamp collecting and hallucinations I can't remember all the rubbish I spouted to all the various night-time Geocitizens in my five-hour internet session, but I do remember AboutToCroak she was depressed and near suicide and she was living in some country where there's no social security benefits and I wanted to talk to her because I wanted to sink to the bottom with her and be depressed like that but I couldn't find out enough about her she spoke in riddles so many pronouns something about an octopus that she had lost the affections of and how are you supposed to share in someone's depression while making it look like you're trying to help them at 3:30am I was at the end of my tether, having stayed in Paris longer than any sane person is supposed to I even said "mad dog" once or twice, and no one's going to know what that means I groaned and said I can't believe I'm still in here AboutToCroak told me to get some sleep tomorrow is another day on which I can go to the beach I drifted away with no goodbyes
 
Chat 66, in which I try to outlast the drunk skunk: December 5th 1998
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In Geocities Athens:
More hours of chatting I told spat about my Rebecca's Empire experiences and I met a girl who lives within a stones throw of Broadwater on the north NSW [where I had a holiday once], and we discussed the bats Airport was there, and he asked me how I was and I wondered aloud whether he thought I had some sort of problem, seeing as how I always usually talk self-destructively when he's around meanwhile baby's breath was interested in me, and I told her that I've never had a girlfriend I stayed a long time 'cause I was trying to outlast DrunkSkunk, but that couldn't be done eventually I left, leaving my website address behind in my wake.
And suddenly I realise that my internet has gone over the limit WAAAY over the 20 hour limit according to the EISA stats page...
 
Chat 67, it's my birthday: December 16th 1998
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people in
Geocities Athens
wished me a happy birthday someone asked me if I'm a spiritual person I said no but I went to see a group of witches last night. Someone asked the whole room if they believe in witches. Someone else said it's not a matter of belief you may as well ask if we believe in humans. I said I don't believe in humans. But when queried about it I had to admit that I just wanted to say something weird. Then EISA disconnected me.
 
Chat 68, in which I become someone's arch-nemesis, December 26th 1998
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It's my last chat of the year
In Geocities Paris:
I was looking at Burn who was hiding in places but when he was up in the rafters, he dropped a bomb on me I swallowed the bomb and it blew me to pieces. Burn started stealing some of my pieces, but I said to him "Hey, give those back I need 'em!" and he grudgingly gave them back. While I was putting myself together, along came this psycho-case named creepE. He read poetry for a while I asked him how his Christmas was. He said he doesn't celebrate Christmas 'cause he's a druid. Then as I was discussing druidity with Greeneyes, CreepE announced that he's the new messiah. Traveller started laughing uncontrollably. CreepE was seriously deluded, and I told him so. I stuck a sock into Traveller's mouth. CreepE said "C'mon everyone in this room can be my disciples." But I said no way I would be his arch-nemesis instead. I started drawing up plans to bring about CreepE's ultimate downfall. Burn helped me. CreepE commented that the world would be united in its mutual disgust of him, and thus he would bring people together. Burn opened up the gate of hell intending to push CreepE into it, but at that stage he was losing his mind a bit and he jumped through the gate himself, pulling CreepE after him. Go figure.
 

Chat 69, in which I tell about my adventures: January 9th 1999
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In Geocities Athens:
I met a Canadian girl named Daphne who had been awake for 24 hours and she was acting really weird 'cause she had some sort of insomnia-induced psychosis I told her that I broke into an old abandoned psychiatric ward yesterday and stole some files she wanted to know where her file was so that she'd know which drugs to take and I said I had to leave at midnight and triangle asked me if I was going to turn into a pumpkin and I said I didn't want the prince to find out I'm a poor person and somebody else said "Check please!"
 
Shortest pessimistic poem in the world: "Hope? Nope."

 
Chat 70, in which I flirt: January 17th 1999
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I walked home through the morning air and arrived just before 6am. I had stayed up all night, but I still wasn't tired I wanted to be extra crazy and have the long chat-session which had been denied me on Saturday afternoon at least I could tell the Geocitizens my adventures.
Gina says: What did you get up to last night, everyone?
Airport says: Oh, nothing much, I just stayed home.
Bloodwynd says: I was up all night partying.
Airport says: Oh that's right, I was up all night partying with Bloodwynd. Now I remember.
In Geocities Paris:
Something happened today something incredible I met someone, let's call her Gina I didn't notice when she came in but she soon made herself known as the popular chick, the one that everyone likes. My old friend Airport was there as was some strange character named WhenIAmGreyAnd I think it was a female, she talked like an old lady and she commented on everything I said. And she was coming on to me. I said, "Get your hands off me, you geriatric pervert" and soon Gina was saying that When and I are in love and certain to get married. I denied it, saying When is as old as Lincoln's corpse, but When said Gina could come to the wedding. And I said WHAT WEDDING? Meanwhile Gina was saying she was leaving and yet she stayed she said her friends were waiting for her and yet she stayed she said goodbye to people and yet she stayed and I was urging her to stay longer because she was the coolest and I said "If Gina goes, I go" and thus I was expecting her to leave any second. But somehow the chat was prolonged.
One by one, Gina's friends dropped out and she was left talking to me, private messages I must have been quite a conversationist in my sleep-deprived state, because Gina said "I feel so good talking to you what is it with how good I feel talking to you" and we gave each other our website addresses. Later, when we were talking in public, Gina gave me a hug and then she gave me a long French kissss wow I've never had a chat relationship get to THAT stage before man, I was doing everything right. Gina said goodbye to me then she said goodbye to each of her friends in turn (more of her friends had come in in the meantime) then she said goodbye to me again and after much more delay, she finally, finally left. It was eleven past 10am.
 
Chat 71, in which I make a mistake: January 24th 1999
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I got up at half-past five and had breakfast. The reason for this uncharacteristic earliness was that I wanted to chat with Gina in Geocities and I figured the best way to find her could be to hang out in the chat room during exactly the same time-period as last week. So I logged onto the internet just before six and chatted for four hours. But Gina didn't show up.
I had some early fun with the regulars Airport was suspended from a windmill-arm so I brought a ladder Don Quixote attacked the windmill with his lance and succeeded in killing it I did an autopsy on the windmill the characters Terreis and Dulcinea took an interest.
Then, just as it was getting boring, Terreis asked me if there was something bothering me said she would listen to my problems I knew it was a mistake but I told her that I...
 

 

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Bloodwynd says: It's all going wrong
Bloodwynd leaves Paris.
I went back to Geocities under a different name I called myself dusteater. They were having a ripping argument about God and Moses and the Pharoahs. Terreis was still there. People were doing this joke where they say "I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT!" "LISTEN!" "EVERYBODY LISTEN!" and then they'd announce something really stupid like, "Dr Pepper tastes the same as Diet Dr Pepper." I made a few witty comments and even conversed with Terreis a few times, but I didn't have Bloodwynd's reputation.
I logged onto Geocities as Bloodwynd for the final fifteen minutes not in the same room as Terreis, but she could've found me if she'd tried. Airport was there. He noticed when I plugged in an electric lamp. I told him the lamp had exposed wires. Then, a second later:
Bloodwynd: *eats too much food*
Bloodwynd: *stomach explodes*
Then I disconnected from the internet.
 
Chat 72, in which I become a stalker: January 31st 1999
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In Geocities Athens:
I had a bit of fun with Daphne the mad girl, but she left without warning and it seemed like my chat-session was getting a little boring. Then Terreis came in. I said nothing. She said nothing. She went to Paris.
In Geocities Paris:
I re-entered Geocities under a different name: calmness. It was a crowded room my goal was to stalk Terreis the way a killer stalks his prey like in that movie last night, "Killer Net" keeping a low profile. Terreis said nothing she left. I followed her.
In Geocities Athens:
Terreis was having a conversation with a Slovenian woman I silently absorbed the information, making a mental note of the fact that Terreis is three years younger than Gina claimed to be. Daphne came back momentarily I thought Terreis was absent so I tied Daphne's hair to the door-handle, for a joke. Terreis smiled. I wasn't sure if she was smiling at me, but I had an eerie feeling that she knew who I was. I started participating in the chat a little calmly at first, not desperate. Terreis was naturally drawn to me she gave me a bomb and I just held it, and it exploded, and I was blackened. Terreis threw a bucket of water on me. From there on it was fun all the way. I was my usual witty self like when I stole Ellie's ear and flushed it down the toilet and when I poured coffee into the aquarium "just trying to keep the fish awake." Terreis was shooting snowballs from her catapult she picked me up and threw me into the air, saying:
"Lesson No. 1 what goes up must come down. Lesson No. 2 when the bell rings, it's time to go home."
She pointed out that I had landed on a large bell, making it ring. I started packing up my schoolbag, preparing to leave.
Shayla: *puts a bomb in calm's sack*
Calmness: *takes out bomb*
Calmness: *holds onto bomb*
Calmness: *holds onto bomb*
Shayla: See that bright firey thing on top, calm?
Calmness: Pretty sparkly thing
Calmness: *holds onto bomb*
Calmness: *explodes*
Calmness: *dies*
Calmness leaves Athens.
I had a half-baked idea that I was going to announce that I was really Bloodwynd, just before I left, but I kept the secret intact. Next time I find Terreis in a chat-room, I'll use the name calmness she will never again spend time with the Bloodwynd persona and if she ever finds out about it, I'll change my name again. At one point she said that I remind her of Airport and I said "But you can't land a plane at me," which is just what I'd say if I didn't know who Airport is. Terreis will always be drawn to me as long as she doesn't know that I'm Bloodwynd.
 
Chat 73, in which I encounter a typical teenage airhead: February 7th 1999
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In Geocities Athens:
Terreis was there, but she wasn't much fun just talking about Ireland and stuff she was angry 'cause Airport had promised to meet her today and he didn't show up and after she left, everyone else left.
In Geocities Paris:
There was this chick named GrOove who seemed out of place she was the typical teenage airhead in a room full of intellectuals so while they were discussing "Wuthering Heights" and "Sense and Sensibility", she was trying to talk to them about nSync and The Spice Girls and MTV. No one else wanted to talk to her so I did. She said she was 20, the unmarried mother of 1. She said she watched Daria, but we didn't get to discuss that she was talking in capital letters and I told her she'd sound more intelligent if she weren't speaking so loud and my friend Spat said that probably wouldn't help much in GrOove's case and that seemed a bit mean, but she was right. GrOove was a self-confessed blonde, the sort of blonde that uses her hair-colour as an excuse for everything. Once the Caps Lock key was up, she let down her guard and admitted that she was only 15, and had no child. I asked her why she'd lied. She said he wanted to blend in. Though that didn't explain the child. Apparently she thought there was something wrong with being fifteen.
Bloodwynd says: There are hundreds of other chat rooms out there where you would blend in better.
She didn't stay for long after that. And nor did I, because most of the other chatters were speaking Swedish. It's fun to talk to a stupid person.
 
Chat 74, in which I follow my gut: February 10th 1999
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In Geocities Paris: I was poised today I was under the name ImWithTheBand and I put some curry into Triangle's coffee and she said "That's my favourite how did you know?" and I said "Gut instinct," and she said "Well when in doubt, you should follow your gut of course, you'd be in a lot of trouble if you left it behind," and I said "Yeah, we've all seen that happen," and when El Sid was foaming at the mouth from coffee craving, I drank some coffee in front of him.
 
Chat 75, in which I battle the vampires: February 21st 1999
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In Club Gabbay:
This used to be my #1 chat room I can't remember why I came back here but I ran into the chick named ViolentSkies whom I last chatted with on December 4th 1997 she doesn't like the sunlight I just told her I remembered.
In Geocities Athens (or Paris or whatever):
Terreis wasn't there and it was pretty ordinary for a while y'know, if she's not there next week then I'll put a stop to this whole early-morning Sunday chat thing towards the end I spoke to someone named jij whom I thought was female, but turned out to be male and he thought I was female right to the end anyway we spoke about life and death and love and he was very enigmatic and just before he left he asked me if I know Clyzso I said yes, I know her well and he told me to tell her that he loves her and misses her very much. I'll pass that message on to Clyzso, although there's no guarantee that she'll get it Clyzso has vanished off the face of the earth.
Today I had a fight with two serious role-players one was named Destiny and she was almost like a vampire I upset her when I started sipping from her cup of life-blood and then when I swallowed her dagger, her friend LrdSnidgets moved in on me and started chopping me up and stuff and I shot arrows at him and Destiny ripped me open to get the dagger and I fired a rocket-launcher at her, blowing her to bits and she sank her fangs into my neck and I grabbed her fangs and ripped them right out of her skull. Y'know, fighting in the chat-room is a challenge, but it's not fun like friendly chat is especially when it's two against one these guys are pros.
 
Chat 76, in which I put sugar in the coffee: February 24th 1999
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In Geocities Athens:
I caught the attention of a guy named drahk and we had fun putting a hundred lumps of sugar into the coffee. Someone named Jenn came in and said to me that she was a friend of Gina from 17/1 she said later that she was at Gina's house, and Gina herself was close by, in the kitchen. "Do you want me to call her in?" she asked. It was a tricky decision but I said no because I was leaving. I couldn't've said yes, anyway it would've been embarrassing but what will she think she finds out I didn't want to talk to her? Never mind, she never send me any email so she can't be that keen on me.
 
Chat 77, in which I sing funny: February 28th 1999
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In Geocities Athens:
Towards the end I had a small debate with a 16 year old about whether the word mammiejammie is a cool word or not, but it's not worth getting up at 5:30 to chat in Geocities anymore this is the last time. Oh, dig this:
Some chick was talking about Les Mis and she started singing "Castle On A Cloud"
"There is a Castle On a Cloud I Like To Go There In My Sleep"
And I said:
"Rnt N E florz 4 me 2 sweep"
And that cracked everyone up for some reason

 
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