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..: DesignShack, the RageBomb Prequel
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It's about 8pm, and i'm at work. i was thinking about the ragebomb, and it's function. horace calls it a moniker, and i'll have to look that up someday. my first "booth" on the Internet was that designshack site, remember that? it had my collection of happy poems and sayings of inspiration and all the rest. i even used Infini-D to render a few 3d buttons and whatnot for the nav. and i even did some real no-nos, like mention people in my life by name and talk candidly about my relationship with them. i put up all sorts of articles, and even got a nasty note from the publishers of "my heart, jesus' home" ... who would have guess intervarsity press had lawyers who were scouring the web for copyright infringements in 1994? anyway, i don't know when it happened, maybe after my grandma died, or after my grandpa died, or maybe when my frustration with Jurix was at it's peak, but I had to break away from the light heartedness and structure of the design shack i had made. it was that summer, at one of those late-night guy bonding sit in jojo's garage watching tv nights that ragebomb came into existence. i went home and changed my site. it went from having a simple entry to having a gateway. now, you could choose between two icons: a blue baby bottle and a blood red gun/knife icon. those were your only choices. if you chose the bottle, you got the old designshack site, mostly untouched. but the new section was the fun one. when you clicked the red weapons, you got black pages with big text and lots and lots of meaningless lyrics from violet's songs and my own back pocket. i tried to organize it and give it the illusion of meaning by organization, but i gave up on that, i was tired of it. the words got darker in tone, and the images made less sense than ever. pretty soon, it seemed like there was really not much left to say. in designshack, there were no new poems, although i was getting emails from people who liked what they found there. and in the dark side, there was no point in adding anything. i couldn't tell if people were going to it anyway. so, somewhere in 1996, after Epoch became media revolution, i put the shack away.

was it last year, the ragebomb became a website? yes, it must have been 1998, sometime. again, i started with the stories, the poems, the inspirational notes. but i knew better this time. rather than create two worlds, one light and one dark, just make both into one. both into one. it could have those stories and stuff, but it should be natural and hey if i am gloomy it should be gloomy, and if i'm happy about star wars it should be happy. in the end, this site is not for you at all. it's for me. if you come here, snooping around, it's like i left a love letter or a poem i wrote out on my desk, and well, i wanted you to see it. but you came here of your own free will, and that makes me feel more sure of your intent. hey, this is a lot to read, and i would never force you to read this all, most of it is meaningless babble anyway. but tim is right, there is some sort of catharsis here (for me, not you), like a dynamic sort of online journal. the most common thing old friends say is, "perry, if i want to know how you're doing i can just go to the ragebomb." i guess that's good, b/c in a sense I'm publishing without being intrusive. i know people who periodically spam-mail all their friends and update them on what they are doing. that's sort of weird, and presumptious. by the way, i am doing ok. I'm happy. i have a supersonic car, i have a church to go to with people who care, and i have a bible that feels just right in my hands, and the pages sag just the way i wanted. i have friends to talk cars with, to talk star wars with, all the important stuff. how are you?
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