Sherman, set the Wayback Machine for 1986!

I've been going through boxes of stuff looking for a bag of tea lights that I just know is around here somewhere. Along the way, I discovered some old papers from a long time ago, including a few journal entries from 1986 and 1987.

I've spent some time this weekend transcribing them into LiveJournal:

• March 9, 1986. I start a new journal notebook and complain about my father.


• March 10, 1986. I congratulate myself upon figuring out a formula for a D&D hit table.


• March 11, 1986. More fussing with the hit formula.


• April 6, 1986. Whoops! Failed to keep up with journal writing.


• April 7, 1986. I buy a book on ESP. I write about a local BBS and some drama with one of my high school friends who had run away earlier.


• April 16, 1986. Brief entry about Teresa and the Hex BBS.


• July 26, 1986. I write briefly about my friend Dan.


• July 28, 1986. I refer to an auto accident where some guy totaled my Mustang. I look forward to having my braces removed.


• July 29, 1986. Another brief entry.


• January 5, 1987. Big entry where I describe coming out to Dan, Chuck and David.


• January 6, 1987. Furniture gets moved, and I bitch and moan about territory.


• January 7, 1987. A new school semester warrants a brief entry.


• January 10, 1987. I want to fuck with Chuck, but I'm afraid. I want to come out to my parents, but I'm afraid. I want to go to a gay bar, but I'm afraid.


• January 11, 1987. I decide upon an art project as a gift for Chuck. I write about my dreaming.


• January 12, 1987. I write about some dreams, including one where I fuck Larry Hagman.


• January 14, 1987. I resolve to tell my parents that I'm gay.

I didn't actually tell my parents on January 14. That was the last entry in the book, and under that I wrote, "Saturday, January 30, 1987." No other notation, but I know that's the date that I actually told my parents that I was gay.

It's strange reading these entries now, nearly twenty years later. It's strange getting this glimpse into what I was going through at the time. I can't even remember these things now. I can't even remember writing these entries! I have very vague memories about these events, but I'm very happy to have found this journal.

I also found another notebook with journal entries in 1990, the year I moved to Baltimore, and I know there's another book with entries right around the time I actually made the move and began to figure out that the man I moved with was a manipulative, lying asshole. But I'll transcribe those another time.

Ugh.

After posting that last entry, I wandered over to Wikipedia to check out the entry on Mr. Peabody and his WABAC machine, where I read that Universal is planning a live-action movie starring Mr. Peabody and Sherman.

I hope it's better than Dudley Do-Right. At least then, it would be watchable. I had rented that one from NetFlix and it was so bad that Russell and I turned it off after about fifteen minutes and mailed it back, despite the fact that Brendan Frasier was in it.