For more than two decades I've been wandering these trails, dozing under metaphorical trees, waking up occasionally to post something odd, personal, ridiculous, or profoundly random (or randomly profound). Like Rip Van Winkle with Wi-Fi, I’ve been asleep and awake at the same time — dreaming out loud on the internet where almost no one was listening, yet somehow still feeling like the story mattered. It started on August 4, 2004 with a post called No I'm not a rabid Elvis fan. It was followed on the same day with Are you lonesome tonight? Even then I had a sense that I had found my muse but no one else would. So Dizgraceland is a bit like an obscure virtual national park no one visits.
Welcome to Dizgraceland National Park
"Twenty-one years of digital naps and very little foot traffic since 2004"
About the park
Nestled somewhere between the early blogosphere and the back corner of the internet nobody dusts anymore, Dizgraceland National Park is a sprawling, nearly uninhabited wilderness of stories, musings, dad jokes, personal archaeology, and unexplained artifacts from the early 2000s.
Established in 2004 and visited by dozens of people (many of them accidentally), this park remains a sanctuary for wandering thoughts, outdated references, and the occasional existential and hungry raccoon.
PARK HIGHLIGHTS
The Trail of 2000 Posts
Winding, uneven terrain. Expect long stretches of introspection punctuated by sudden humor.
Warning: Certain posts from 2005 may contain live emotional wildlife.
Rip Van Winkle Napping Sites
Experience the legendary “digital nap zones” where the blogger disappeared for months at a time. Perfect for meditation, reflection, and losing track of the entire year.
The High Bluff of Mild Self-Promotion
Take in sweeping views of projects the author swore he’d do “later.”
The Stream of Consciousness
A gently babbling creek of thoughts, tangents, and occasionally poetry.
Fishing permitted; catching is unlikely. Catch and release recommended if you do.
PARK WARNINGS
Low Visitor Density. You may not see another human for days. Possibly years.
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Unpredictable Humor Patterns. Sudden puns may appear without warning.
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Outdated Technology. Some trails are still optimized for Netscape Navigator.
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Wild Metaphors. Keep food secured; they may approach campsites.
Sites 31–60: Midlife musings and mysteries.
Sites 61+: Landscapes of identity, creativity, and the human condition (with jokes).
A sense of humor
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A tolerance for digression
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Hiking boots with good tread for uneven narrative terrain
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Snacks (the gift shop is permanently closed) but dark coffee breaks of the soul are provided
Lugubrious howls



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