Thursday, June 26, 2008

The Return of Iron Mike

Back then, we called it “writing on the Web”. Now, they call it blogging.

Back then, a bunch of early adopting nerds were online. Now, everyone and, yes, their mother, is online.

Some call it Web 2.0. I call it the Web with a bigger audience.

It was 1995. I was in Denver with no friends, no girlfriend, and a computer. I purchased the ween.com domain name on a lark. With nothing to put up there, I decided to write.

My words were immature, obnoxious, and absurd. For some reason people liked it. Without the benefit of RSS feeds, I sent out each new post via e-mail. Soon, I was sending it to 15,000 people at a time.

It was an archaic phenomenon that almost became a movie, a TV show, and a cartoon. None of that happened, but I did compile the writings into a book, Battery Acid for the Soul.

Being an early Internet star was a very cool experience. It made me realize the potential that the Web could have once people actually went online.

Eventually, I decided to stop writing. I built one of the world’s top Web consulting firms. I found a woman who would put up with my bullshit and married her. We did a little travelling and we lived a somewhat anonymous existence. All was good.

For some reason, I woke up this morning and wanted to write again. Maybe it was the Chinese food I had the night before. Maybe it was the sorrow I felt from George Carlin dying. Whatever it was, I logged on to Blogger and a few minutes later, here I am.

Let’s see what the new Iron Mike has to spit out.

6 comments:

John said...

Good to have you back BM!

staschim said...

I for one am glad to have iron back! it has been sad and lonely without your rants! thanks for coming back into our homes and our lives!

Seeb said...

It's about fucking time.

Frenkel said...

I thought you were dead.

Sean Hawk said...

Did we not just have this conversation at APEX? This is like The Police reunion, only with less music and Englishmen.

rich said...

The world needs more Iron Mike musings, that's for freaking sure.