Embrace it

So, admittedly its been a long time since I have updated this blog. I could bore you with excuses in a vain attempt to explain my lack of content but since I have very few followers I wont, but I digress. The fact is I have decided to make an effort and actually contribute to society, and by “society” I’m obviously referring to this blog. So here it is, just one of my sweaty little chunks of the internet, abandoned, barely conscious, crying in the dark, abused, and left to die like some kind of like an SVU victim.



My “Blog”, my own little soapbox, my very own virtual megaphone to spew my most vile thoughts and ignorant rants, directly into your homes, dorms, and workplaces, and of course lets not forget public record. Yes this is my very own, very closely supervised interaction with the outside world. All of it recorded, burned, cashed and archived. and readily assessable to anyone with enough patience and the ability to manage a few clicks of the mouse. Scary thought, huh?

I don’t recall where I got the phrase but I once heard someone say...
“Putting something on the internet is like pissing in the swimming pool.”

because lets face it, once it’s in there it aint coming back out. So sticking with the whole uncomfortable abuse theme, I would like to talk about Facebook, Twitter and their creepy uncle MySpace.

If I'm being honest, I'll admit that the unfortunate abandonment of this blog can be directly linked to my my addiction to Mafia Wars, and the inclusion of "microblogging" into my everyday routine, I mean who has time to write a few paragraphs about whats going on in there lives when we can just pull out our phones and in less the 140 characters express exactly how gross the bus smells.



But where has this convenience left us, are we intentionally lowering our attention spans? We as a species have spent thousands of years trying to express ourselves. Generations of art, anger, and love, thrown into a frying pan and reduced down to 140 character tweets. Is it possible we have all but perfected the art of expression, or have we lost something?

lets play a game, well... ok it's more like a quiz, but bear with me.

When was the last time you sat through a movie without talking?

When was the last time you listened to an entire album?

When was the last time you watched television without being otherwise distracted by food, or the phone, or a laptop?

Now I'm not picking on anyone here I'm just trying to make a point, I mean I'm the last person to be casting judgment thanks to Netflix, the internet and Tivo I don't think I have see a commercial in the past five years. well unless you count the funny ones I watch on YouTube. (Those "hello, I'm a Mac" spots kill me.)


I don't think I could answer any of those questions myself, because I honestly don't know, Jesus I don't even watch "television" on the television anymore. If It seems like I'm just calling the kettle black here. I'm not.


This is my culture, We consume it is out duty. the more we consume the better we are for it. I want you to think about every complaint, gripe, and snobby or disparaging remark you have ever uttered about Facebook, Twitter, or Myspace. Ok now that they are fresh in your head slam your head against the floor to your immediate left. Did it Hurt? Good you deserved it. So, Instead of pissing and moaning about whats wrong with a generation desensitized to their surroundings. Instead of disregarding a bunch of sociopaths who only see the world through a 420X270 pixle wide Youtube video, as mindless sheep led to slaughter. Instead of whining about "social networks", just fucking embrace them, call your parents and your grandparents get them online get them on Facebook, get them addicted to Mafia Wars and have them gift me a "untraceable cell phone" The worst case scanario is grandma reads your latest tweet about waking up on piss stained bathroom floor with your pants arond your ankles and "Likes" it.