Koliedrus
05-11-2001, 02:42 PM
By all reason, it was only yesterday. A 2400 baud modem, two lines, and a (then) state-of-the-art system gave me the ability to connect strangers together. Members of the BBS I set up had to dial from wherever they lived to connect. I could only handle one connection at a time.
Primitive, I agree. Nevertheless, The Pit had members from the the very borders of the U.S.
Since I had only the one system, I decided to stop gaming on it and allow others to share experiences. The cost to me was negligable when compared to the knowledge I gained by simply watching their interractions.
My Sysops were knowledgable and trusted with their individual tasks. The Pit ran smoothly without my intervention. I became personally involved in the day-to-day goings on of my membership and (hopefully) helped several of them go on with lives they thought were futile.
My first live chatter "paged" me with questions about what to call himself. His typing was painfully slow but his thoughts came through clearly. I looked forward to daily exchanges with him.
At one point, his mother took the helm during one of our chat sessions. She expressed appreciation for the time I took from my activities to give her son special attention. Eventually, she informed me that her son had tried to set fire to himself some time before he found my BBS. He was wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life. She told me that he had altered his sleep patterns to match mine so that he could catch me when I got home from work.
I lost track of him when I moved. The phone number for The Pit changed, hardware failure caused me to start over with my endeavor.
Once the system was back on track (months due to the "Fuck-It" syndrome), I learned that I could connect to the local university to connect with something called "Internet". Something called "gopher" allowed me to connect to "wustl" and download a TCP-IP suite via Z-Modem.
IRC caught my attention and relationships were established once again. Instead of one-to-one chats between SYSOP and MEMBER, I was part of a group of people from all parts of the world chatting in something close to realtime. I met people with knowledge, power, distress...
I learned, taught, loved and hated. Over time, I was expected to contribute at specific times of the day.
I lost my drive (biological) so I took a rest. I rest for years at a time.
When I first played around in the forums, it was to read only. My first post was on SPF but only after I had seen that creatures known as Poteen and Raven were working on a project together. I was intrigued.
My first post had nothing to do with the original thread. Raven kindly encouraged me to begin my own thread. Po listened to my description of a dream I had about the forum, took my words and created a picture straight from my brain.
Since then, I've "met" a wonderfully insightful array of people with experiences, wishes, dreams and goals not unlike my own. I can only hope that the words I use to express my thoughts find a home in your life.
I call myself Koliedrus. One person here knows the meaning.
You can call me Mike.
Nice to meet you http://www.thehypertribe.net/ubb/biggrin.gif I think I'll stick around for a while.
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Oyster-brain in a cookie jar.
Primitive, I agree. Nevertheless, The Pit had members from the the very borders of the U.S.
Since I had only the one system, I decided to stop gaming on it and allow others to share experiences. The cost to me was negligable when compared to the knowledge I gained by simply watching their interractions.
My Sysops were knowledgable and trusted with their individual tasks. The Pit ran smoothly without my intervention. I became personally involved in the day-to-day goings on of my membership and (hopefully) helped several of them go on with lives they thought were futile.
My first live chatter "paged" me with questions about what to call himself. His typing was painfully slow but his thoughts came through clearly. I looked forward to daily exchanges with him.
At one point, his mother took the helm during one of our chat sessions. She expressed appreciation for the time I took from my activities to give her son special attention. Eventually, she informed me that her son had tried to set fire to himself some time before he found my BBS. He was wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life. She told me that he had altered his sleep patterns to match mine so that he could catch me when I got home from work.
I lost track of him when I moved. The phone number for The Pit changed, hardware failure caused me to start over with my endeavor.
Once the system was back on track (months due to the "Fuck-It" syndrome), I learned that I could connect to the local university to connect with something called "Internet". Something called "gopher" allowed me to connect to "wustl" and download a TCP-IP suite via Z-Modem.
IRC caught my attention and relationships were established once again. Instead of one-to-one chats between SYSOP and MEMBER, I was part of a group of people from all parts of the world chatting in something close to realtime. I met people with knowledge, power, distress...
I learned, taught, loved and hated. Over time, I was expected to contribute at specific times of the day.
I lost my drive (biological) so I took a rest. I rest for years at a time.
When I first played around in the forums, it was to read only. My first post was on SPF but only after I had seen that creatures known as Poteen and Raven were working on a project together. I was intrigued.
My first post had nothing to do with the original thread. Raven kindly encouraged me to begin my own thread. Po listened to my description of a dream I had about the forum, took my words and created a picture straight from my brain.
Since then, I've "met" a wonderfully insightful array of people with experiences, wishes, dreams and goals not unlike my own. I can only hope that the words I use to express my thoughts find a home in your life.
I call myself Koliedrus. One person here knows the meaning.
You can call me Mike.
Nice to meet you http://www.thehypertribe.net/ubb/biggrin.gif I think I'll stick around for a while.
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Oyster-brain in a cookie jar.