ClockhouseCore

You may have noticed it already, but the days are getting significantly longer and the temperature outside is slowly but surely rising. The sun is maybe a bit shy, currently hiding behind a thick layer of rainy clouds where I live, but I know that it is there and that soon enough the ball of flames that keeps us alive will shower some much needed beams down upon me. It’s spring, and when you follow the meteorological seasons, then you know that it has been spring for a while already (in the Northern Hemisphere). Even the start of astronomical spring has been celebrated a month ago on the 21st of March, meaning that no matter how you look at it, we’re at least already ⅓ through the season of hay fever, finally dusting off the BBQ and still taking a jacket with you when going outside, just because you’ll never know when the sun will disappear again. It’s spring and that means creating a new Spotify playlist to celebrate the change in weather. It means looking for happy songs (but not one...

Intro If you’ve read my first post on here, the one about stalking my dad online, then it must not come as a surprise to you that I love a bit of scouring on the world wide web. A little bit of rummaging in the forums, combing through social media platforms, poking around on Google Maps, and most importantly: diving into the Wayback Machine and finding things that will eventually lead me down a rabbit hole of childhood memories. Your attention may have been caught by the picture above this article, the one with the giant rat and the baby. Maybe that picture is the sole reason why you are visiting my little website, because you spotted this photograph that awakened a hazy recollection from when you were a kid. A memory that has been locked away inside of your head for a very long time and is coming up to the surface right now. Maybe you were scrolling away on Pinterest or someplace else on the internet and your interest suddenly peaked when laying your eyes upon this image of a grown pe...

  19 inch CRT monitor Several years ago I “stalked” my dad on the internet. I was bored, there was nothing to do, I had just learned how to use the Wayback Machine and there were some tendencies present inside of me that people could call “being obsessive” and “easily fixated on abnormal stuff”. They were probably right, because that day I found several long forgotten forum posts and websites that were created by my father. I was indeed, as expected, very much intrigued by what I found. The content that I had discovered wasn’t scandalous or anything outrageous. There were no deep dark secrets, controversial political opinions or juicy gossip. Heck, I don’t think he even complained about his job once. The websites and all the other traces of him that I was able to find on the internet was just my dad, in the 00s, simply typing about stuff he liked. He wrote short introductions for all the friends that he shared one of the websites with, spent time writing detailed reviews, talked ab...