Mostly parentheticals
Posted Wednesday, May 07, 2003 @ 09:49 PM
So recently I've realized that I don't really like the internet. It's kind of one of those things now that I adore for what it was, for the people I met, but now that it has all fizzled and refizzled, I'm accepting the fact that the internet is a biodegradable material. The apple tasted good, but it doesn't take long for the remaining core to become a lumpy, moldy mass. And I don't think there are many plans for a compost pile. Who wants to share an apple with billions of people anyway?
It's like a bad radio hit, mostly. Something like, "My Heart Will Go On" from Celine and her sinking ship, where at first everyone was really, really touched--maybe they even cried at night in their bedrooms--but now any time anyone hears those eerily synthesized piano notes, they want to puke. There's not really any "revisiting" required--I mean, you've got the words memorized, even though that was in like, middle school or something--and mostly all you think about is those bad Saturday Night Live skits. You know, the kind where at first everyone was really, really entertained--maybe even doubled over in laughter--but now when anyone watches them they mostly want to change the channel. It reminds them of a bad highschool talent show.
Granted, that may be a bit harsh--a Celine Dion comparison, a Saturday Night Live comparison--because it is The Dear Old Internet, with all its sentimental emails and horrific posts. It is a gossip column, a perfectly documented melodrama of everyone's lives (at least of mine), a source of entertainment, and, let's face it, the IV needle in everyone's arm.
I suppose this is to say that my current status with ye olde internet is undetermined (and yes, though you may not think so, I realize that I have said this time and time again. I have defined and redefined my quasi-marriage, my "sign here to give up your soul" contract. It is a really bad case of Peter and the Wolf), and we're all tired of hearing it. (Who wants their soul back anyway?)
But consider this my 142,357,273th vacation. But who's counting?
Mostly I'm still here because the internet is the only way I can publish. It's where my writing was born and where it is documented. It's kind of where I am, in a sense, at least who I used to be, as I spent so much time here. And so I'm still here kind of wondering who that was and why everything's so different now. I'm not sure why that's a big deal, either. Why it can't just be the webspace that I never use but pay ten bucks a month for. Or why I can't just post a few sentences about my day.
I kind of resent the fact that this has become the glynnis interpreter (or so it seems) for my more cryptic days, or if not the interpreter than the peep show (and not that kind of peep show, you dirty, dirty people. The vintage peep shows--the little stick your face in some binocular-looking thing and watch a movie/photograph. Or at least I think that's what they're called. I think the point was lost in there somewhere...) And it's not so much about me anymore as it is about you.
That is, I've lost the center of my universe (me). Universe, O where hath thou gone?
Welcome to the past, bucko. You're swimming through the archive of rocket-fish.org. If this isn't where you were headed, I suggest you get out of here while there's still time.
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hey. let's get some one way tickets to morocco, and start a new life. i'm getting really sick of normal.
mwah.
- matthew -
08 May 2003, 10:42 PM.
i think your actually thinking of nickelodeons. you put in a nickel and got to watch a really short movie type thing.it was basicaly the birth of the motion picture. it's also where the channel got it's name.
damn i'm a nerd.
11 May 2003, 11:39 PM.
The Universe Answers:
Hey Glynnis! You know ...things are supposed to change. Change good. Existential reflection also good. Ughn.
Hey, but the Universe enjoys checking in every once in awhile to see how you’re doing. The vast unknown Universe has, in fact, become addicted to your observations and crafted ramblings. The Universe finds your humble page a refreshing tonic against the grossness of the very internet you bemoan.
...and, so do I.
13 May 2003, 12:01 PM.
do you ever have one of those days when you simultaneously are enjoying it immensly but want it to go by quicker, both because you're looking forward to something? perhaps that is the nature of the internet and the universe. on the one hand, the internet provides distractions and entertainments and, occasionally, edjucation, but those very things are the things that make you despise it.
liz
14 May 2003, 1:58 PM.