Postcards from the Bleeding Edge: On the internet, nobody cares if you are a cat

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

On the internet, nobody cares if you are a cat

Mark Moreford of the SF Chronicle writes:

I want a president who not only freely discusses and shrugs off his or her loves and sexual desires and even affairs, but dares to enjoy sex and thrives because of it and makes his behavior a part of his perspective and attitude on life and love and leadership and the general sticky messy beautiful evolution of the human soul. Is that too much to ask?

This delightful bit of sanity (do read the link) reminded me of what I'd written during the previous election cycle on the same subject, so I re-read that, thinking maybe it was time to rewrite it, focus it more, and add a few more jokes. Yea, I should do that.

I read a bit more of Moreford's canon. Loved Tax my rich white torturer!

That led to me to re-reading Evan Hunt's profound and wonderful piece on ad pollution, on the utter importance of changing the oil in the omni, which led me back to re-reading Beating the Brand and finding the first part that I'd never managed to incorporate back into the whole.

"RubbermaidRubbermaidRubbermaidRubbermaidRubbermaid" got stuck in my head. I learned there was a name for this problem - Earworm.

All this led me to clicking absently on what used to be the Unbrand America web site. It's been taken over by a domain squatter!

In light of my last couple pieces about the mess that the internet is in -

In light of all that - and the troubles that jwz had in resurrecting the web as it stood in 1994, I finally cut loose with the biggest belly laugh I'd had in weeks. I roared. I fell off the bed laughing.

In the end, there's nothing better to do. Look how far we've come! Know how far we have to go!

If I didn't laugh at the world as much as I do I would have slipped off the deep end long ago. (Some would argue that I already have slipped off the deep end)

Problem with all that laughter was that it is 3AM, and I woke up my landlady...

Seeing how humans cope with the world, with machines, and with "progress", is like watching a cat trying to play jazz.

Labels: ads, cats, ipv6, irony, mozilla, networking, politics

¶ 11:38 AM

Comments:

The other day when we (for some random value of we) were talking about the fact that google groups FINALLY has killfiles and various people were bitching about how hard it is to find a good free server for usenet these days. Of course there are a lot of people who see usenet as irrelevant. It's not, because alt.callahans is still on usenet.

*hug*

# posted by

kittent : 6:48 AM

Love the cat. Obvious Thelonius Monk non-diatonic influences but breaking new rhythmic ground. Especially like the "call and response" excursion.

# posted by

Ed Skinner : 7:35 AM

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