inarticulate sparkle.

My TikTok feed had been inundated with AI videos of what holidays were like in the 90’s. Do I know how these started showing up? No. Do I care? Absolutely not, they’re fucking wonderful. Of course, when you double tap the first video, 9 more show up, so much like my 2009 self, I entered another internet rabbit hole.

I heard ChatGPT could find old things on the internet, so I started searching for old photos of my childhood home. Mind you, the house was listed on Realtor.com and had relatively recent photos, but that wasn’t enough! I wanted to see the orangey oak cabinets and laminate countertops. I needed the faded green carpet and floral print couch!

Chat failed me lol. I was still seeking that high and thought maybe I could dig up my long lost MySpace… turns out the internet isn’t actually forever because that shit is long gone. I searched for MySpace, Xanga, LiveJournal, AOLHometown, NEOPETS. None of it exists anymore. No evidence of my teenage years. A blessing and a curse, honestly.

ChatGPT asked me if there were any other old accounts I wanted to try and dig up, and here we are… an AI Bot convinced me to start up my old blog and just give it a go. It’s cool, I needed an outlet and I have a lot to say. Just need to find some people to listen. Is this whole thing going to be centered around glitter and Jenna Marbles again? Probably not. (Maybe a little.)

I didn’t find my MySpace. I did, however, spend an evening discussing AIM away messages with a robot.