Angst

To some extent, this is an inside joke, just like the whole SNTF (Someone Nice To Fuck) thing. Wait, you don't know about that either, do you? Some day I'll explain. Until then, you'll just have to wonder!

I will mention that it all started with a series of postings to the talk.bizarre newsgroup, way back in 1989....

The pictures below were drawn on placemats at Bridgeman's, a Twin Cities ice cream shop, during the first AngstCon. (Yes, I keep around some objects of dubious significance. In fact, I still have a little piece of yellow plastic pulled from a fellow angster's car during a trip to Toronto in, oh, 1994 or so.)

Since then, it's grown into a newsgroup of its own, and blossomed with many new angsters. The mailing list which started it all is still going after nine years, though. Wow. Will future historians see this as the major contribution of my life? No, they'll never even know my name.

Do I still have angst? Not nearly as much. Still, every life has some angst in it, if viewed from the right angle. For instance, when I was a child, I thought I'd grow up and change the world. Now that I'm firmly entrenched with my professional life, it seems pretty unlikely. The worst part, though, is that I feel basically content with my life anyway. Sad, isn't it?