Henry's Emporium of Wonders

Making the internet normal again, one post at a time.

Author: Myrna Lopez

  • Why start a site?

    Hello fellow Netizens, like many of you I am also an enjoyer of the interwebs, and like many Millennials I too had a Myspace once. That was my first experience with blogging. I made silly little blogs about my thoughts on random subjects, but didn’t do it consistently because I’m not a consistent person. Also, who cared about what I thought about things? Matter of fact even I don’t care about my opinions on things. I just have them. lol

    I like journaling and being creative, but when you grow up poverty those aren’t hobbies that can be fully explored. I’m in a relatively stable point of my life now, so I figured what the heck, why not just create a little outlet for some of my creative urges. Even if no one looks at it who the hell cares. The internet isn’t how it used to be when I was a teen. Back then we were just all on the internet having fun together, but now every time you jump on someone is trying to either sell you something or tell you how to think. Don’t even get me started on all of the AI generated junk. Sure some of it is cool, but like there’s a real environmental cost and the art that is generated just doesn’t have any emotion or feeling to it, unlike art that comes straight from the dome.

    Anyways, if you read this far I hope you enjoy the site. I’ll post little memes I make or marketing material I’ll make for my portfolio. I would like to explore graphic design as a hobby/additional income, but if that doesn’t happen it’s okay. I’ll just use my skills to make some memes that I find funny.

    P.S. Henry is my dog. She is a soon to be 10-year old Chow Chow, her birthday is Nov 4th, which makes her Scorpio. When I still had a mini google speaker I would ask it for the horoscope for Scorpio for the day so she could be prepared for any trials or tribulations coming her way. I used to have 2 of them but they like don’t last long, IDK if I just wasn’t taking care of them, or what. They are in a box somewhere now. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I ramble like this all the time.