| There's not much to report other than what probably would sound
like the medical complaints of somebody's eighty year old grandmother's
journal if their octogenarian gram's kept a journal that is.
80 year old woman writes: "I'm feeling tired all the time. I drink
tea and coffee by the freakin' butt load but it doesn't seem to help.
Maybe all that fucking tea and coffee is what keeps me wide awake until
three a.m., thus stunting the amount of fully alert, wakeful time I have
to myself in the morning to write, read and actually work on those paintings
I've been thinking about doing. Haven't heard from many of
my friends in quite some time." (Of course the elderly gal of 80
looks back on her life and sees that most of her friends are actually way
the fuck dead, and can't call or write for the life of them.)
Speaking of 80 year olds, I was considering the age of the internet.
Some snot-fuck I am sure can tell me that the internet has actually been
around since the 1950's when they jacked three computers together at USC
or some shit, but I'm talking about the internet more or less in a time
frame only inclusive of the era after AOL allowed their members to clamber
out of the muck and crawl out into the real internet where they found everybody
hates them. Well, more on that on a later date. Considering
the internet's youth, and the way I see it, permanency, at least until
we come up with a telepathic internet of brainwaves, or specternet as I
call it, what will become of today's websites, like this one, that are
updated daily, weekly, monthly when they are abandoned? Will they
seem like strange cold ghost towns. Will their just be hundreds of
rock-n-roll bands' websites for hundreds of bands that no longer exist.
In 2065 will Limp Bizkit's web site be announcing the imminent release
of their new album in 2003? Will there be a cleanup crew, a sort
of web monster that circulates through the phone lines eating old files
that haven't been accessed or aren't a part of a regularly updated site?
Of course a monster like that could be prejudiced and gobble up all anti-monster
sites it finds just to flex its monstrous muscles? That sounds familiar.
Once again, there's not much to report so rather than cluttering
up your day, dear reader, with unnecessary, er, clutter, I'll just stop
now.
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