Flashbacks

Sometimes when I'm in the shower, I have crazy brainstorms. Many of my blog posts originated somewhere between soaping my big toe and shampooing my hair. Tonight I had a sudden flashback to a number: 2036997.

It's a strange number to have pop into one's head without warning. 2036997. In the span of a quarter-second, I thought the number, realized how absurd it was for this to happen, and identified it's source.

2036997 was my ICQ number back when I first got hooked up with internet access in the 9th grade. I've not used it since the end of my freshman year of college in 1999. That's when I switched to AIM because that's where all my friends were.

I tried to log in, but it was no good. Looking up the number in the ICQ member listings shows that I've been recycled. 2036997 now apparently belongs to a Russian man by the name of Skazochnik. It makes me a little sad to know my first ever instant messaging account isn't there anymore. Treat it well, Mr. Skazochnik.