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| What a disappointing wasteland. Maybe I don't know how
to surf the web anymore, but it seems that if I'm not looking for something
very specific then there is nothing to be found anywhere with any value.
Hell, even when looking for specific info. like, "Bloom County ran from
what year to what year?" you get sites with no such info. Everyone
just gibbering away about Bill the Cat and posting the comics. Here
is the rule, if you want to make a fan page, put up the vital statistics.
Give us some concrete facts to go on and not a bunch of blithering personal
bullshit. Save your drivel for your drivel pages. I do.
Case in point. Who the hell am I talking to?
Sometimes I address the internet as if it were alive. As if the internet were an entity that could better itself through therapy or self evaluation. Well, let's hope it never can. This site sure as hell'd be floating in the great toilet of cast off dreck. Just wait for the big HTTP: 404 Fuck it. Fuck the WWW. It's easy to say when I throw open the door just off to the left of where I sit typing this shit, and out that door the sun is beating down, drying up the annoying green grass, and heating the air up to a lovely 80 degrees. The birds chirp softly in the distance and spiders timorously tread across the open doors surface. The sun light splashes across the door and down the floor and up my leg. It's short sleeves and shorts weather. Finally. Those cold upper 60's days of the winter were getting to be too much. Simply too much, I say. I can't let this weather get to me. I mean, now that I've quit Earthlink I'd better hustle for some parts as an extra. I'm busy though. I'm not being lazy at least. At least. The spiders on the door are now dead. Smashed with the Daily News. This is the end of my daily news. |