It was on the ride back that an even bigger realization hit me: the Internet is just like Chinese food.  Now I know what you're thinking, "Um, dude you're a retard."  And that's my point exactly! (stay with me now)  Think of everything on the Internet that you think is funny, every picture and video you've seen that makes you laugh - which we all know is the real reason for the Internet, that and one more thing.  Thought of it all yet?  Do you see where I'm going here?  How about now?  Did you notice how everything you find hilarious is crass, or self-deprecating, or something you know deep down you shouldn't be laughing at yet there you are laughing anyway?  It's just all the same thing when you boil it down.  It's the same joke that you know you shouldn't laugh at because society frowns up on it.

So why is it on the Internet that humor like that not only succeeds, but thrives?  And not just thrives - it expands and multiplies faster than the Duggar family.  Someone somewhere comes up with something and just like that - the ball is picked up and it starts mutating and going off in wild directions every which way.  Is it because we think that "right here" in the anonymous world of the Internet no one will find out we find that funny, but "out there" we cocoon ourselves in our blankets of tolerance and pretend everything's alright?  I think that Anonymous has unintentionally figured it out.  Here in the world of cyberspace is who we really are.  We are the idiot poets, the lords of error quick to put others down for our own amusement, communicating with everyone while we sit in our solitary wired caves, hunched over our glowing windows of information yet not doing anything of value with it, our fingers stained from whatever snack that slowly kills us constantly fueled by whatever sugar water the collective deems worthy.

It's in the real world we wear our masks.

Just something to think about.

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Stay classy, internets

Highlander

According to Wikipedia (which we all know to be completely accurate and true), the blogosphere "is made up of all blogs and their interconnections. The term implies that blogs exist together as a connected community...or as a social network in which everyday authors can publish their opinions."  Imagine my sheer joy to learn that not only has my speck of dust joined the "connected community" of the giant dust storm of banal crapola, but I've also joined the noble fraternity of "everyday authors"!

Hold onto your hats, folks - 'cause this here's the wildest ride to mediocrity!

So I've found myself in somewhat of a rut, like a mid-life crisis only about a decade and a half too soon.  It really started when I, like a lot of my fellow Americans, was laid-off from my job about a year ago.  Back then I was working in a place where Every Paycheck Comes On Thursday and those same paychecks were signed by a rather large and happy rodent.  Some of you might be jaded enough to think working there was dumb; I, however, found a perverse surrealism in working in a place where, unlike others who punched a time-clock at a drab mundane job, I worked with some real characters (oh the wit) and was responsible for operating stuff like the Large Multicolored Whirly-Thing of The Future.  When I and four thousand of my close personal friends got the big "see ya wouldn't want to be ya", I found the job market to not only be downright ornery but harder to get into than the Starcraft 2 Beta (you see how I just made it all relevant for the site right there?).  It got so bad that I had to pack my bags and move back from Orlando, America's playground, to the wonderful place I grew up (America's dumping ground).  Oh well, it could always be worse, I guess.

I've been finding myself taking quite a few career aptitude tests and they all keep pointing to the same two things: "writer" and "artist".  I guess I'll be rich in "spirit" then! (BTW, how's my writing?  Call 1-888-IM-STARVING and let us know!)  Never fear though; the Yahoo informs me there's some great jobs for artists if I'm interested.  Video game designer does sound promising; too bad I hate learning boring computer languages.  Maybe I'll do screenwriting instead since that always interested me; too bad I have a better chance of winning a lottery than selling a screenplay.  Or maybe I should just sack-up and do what I want, consequences be damned.  I'm sure I'll have it all figured out by next blog...whenever that'll be.

I'll end each blog with a random Youtube video...because it's my blog and I can.  Enjoy:

Stay classy, internets

Highlander