#SaveBritney

“This is a joke right?”

My friend had just shown me a TikTok video being passed around with the #SaveBritney hashtag. A conspiracy saying Britney Spears was being held against her will by being forced into a conservatorship by her family. 

A couple years ago I would have filled two shipping containers with all the foks I would not have given.

But this was 2020…

So I dove right into the rabbit hole…


 

I have to be honest. My relationship with Ms. Spears as an entertainer has been a rocky one. I’m not a fan of pop music and I definitely recognized her as a cookie cutter product of the Disney child star farms…

I was also like 13 years old and she was weaponized towards the youth of America as a symbol of sensuality from day one. There was only so much I could do. I unsuccesfully tried to stop myself to from developing a crush on her.

I overcorrected by being as antogonistically annoying as I could be towards the Britney fever phenomenon so imagine my surprise when I realized I had just spent hours, HOURS, trying to figure out if she was actually trying to send a coded “help me” to her audience.

Now technically the jury is stil out on whether those videos where an actual S.O.S. or not, but I would have to say that the way the whole story has been playing out really bring up the plausibility of this whole affair.

More dedicated folks than me have done an incredible job of putting together the many threads in this web, so I sincerely recommend taking a dive into their work. They have a better handle on what has happened, what is happening, and what may happen.

I wanted to pay a little homage to the cause, and do my part to help the movement, so I put this blog together. I had a moment of hesitation. Inside of me High School Good Times is losing his absolute mind. Life is funny that way.

Anyways, consider this a primer on the whole thing, and really think about what greed makes us do.

I remember hearing about the Menendez brother’s when I was younger, talking with my parents about the how and why of such an act. We concluded it must have been greed.

If envy of success or financials turned offspring against the parents, could that not be the case the other way around?

I’m just saying.

w

M

#FreeBritney

 

The phone case conspiracy

Is ANYTHING real?


My brother bought me a phone last year.

I bought a case off Amazon.

It came with a nice little card.

A thank you from a family business.

Composed of father and “3-year old daughter”.

I thought it was a nice personal detail.

I decided to leave a good review.

The “Browns” seemed like nice people.

If they even exist…

 

Exhibit A

Phone case and card.

Exhibit B

“Father/daughter” business.

The Rabbit Hole so far…

I sincerely thought the card was a personal detail, I wanted to reciprocate. More than a good review, I thought I’d write back to “Jeremy Brown” and thank him for a great product. I guess that whole “No good deed goes unpunished” is a real thing, because the rug got pulled and the veil came off. “Buckle your seat-belt Dorothy, because Kansas is going bye bye”. What is reality to begin with anyway…

Point of Sale?

Found vendor name

I bought from a store called “Kitoo” on Amazon.

Point of Contact?

Found store owner

Huh. That’s not how you spell Brown. Or Browns. At least I have an address.

Point of Departure?

Found address

Well. I guess it would be foolish for me to assume the “Browns” lived in the US, so that’s on me.

Point of WTF?

Found website

The site is unfinished and I’m not really sure how into phone cases other people are, but this doesn’t seem to be my jam. What’s going on here?

 

On the events of January 6 2021

The data-dumps “heard” around the world…

Yesterday a mob of people breached and, momentarily, took control of the United States Capitol. I honestly can’t remember how I found out, but I knew exactly what I had to do. I booted up my computer, logged on to dummy social media accounts, dove into the rabbit-hole and hit “record”.

This event will be under a microscope for years to come and I wanted to make sure I saw it with my own eyes and kept my own records. I wanted to take in every scene I could, raw and unfiltered. It felt a little morbid, but I think we can agree that we live in a world where it is harder and harder to find truth without bias. Specially after the fact. After all, “History is written by the victors” has been the norm since the beginning.

I don’t think that will be the case anymore. It can’t be.

In my humble opinion thanks to cryptologist and the massive networks through which you and me can store and share data have begun to rival the Orwellian surveillance and propaganda systems put in place by modern governments in many ways. I sincerely believe that history will, from now on, be ultimately curated by a consensus of networked observers. I like many others, wanted to get as close as possible to first hand observation. Thanks to #NetNeutrality, independent journalism, social media networks and the the vanity of man; I got to spend a little over 24 hours experiencing a live virtual point of view of everything happening inside and outside the Capitol Building. It was an uncomfortable undertaking, but I accomplished my goal.

To observe and record my own conclusions about a historical event with the least amount of outside influence possible.

I assume by the time I publish, a sea of break downs and opinions will have been shared by more eloquent intellectuals than my thesaurus using ass. So I will keep that for more private forums. Instead, I encourage you to participate in shaping the future. There is a lot of #OpenSource material available online. I encourage you to find one of the many data dumps out there and watch the footage before it is edited. Especially because of the efficiency of the narratives that will be pushed by special interests. I also highly encourage you to write your thoughts down somewhere. For yourself and future generations.

After all, this will be history at some point, but right now it is OUR story, and we must preserve and guard it from those who would seek to manipulate the record for their own goals.

History may be written by the victors, but it is now being curated by a concensus of dedicated observers.

Like you and me.

A race to keep and share the most accurate records before powers that be can manipulate them and weaponize them for their special interests. The internet is the new Library of Alexandria, and anyone with a hard drive and a connection has become a record keeper rushing to protect knowledge while those mad with power try to burn it all down.

Begun, the #DataWars have.

Below you will find posted 76pictures from one of many data dumps I went through. Photos from outside the Capitol during the march and before the breach. It has been attributed to the author and is shared under Creative Commons.

Author: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Special:Contributions/TapTheForwardAssist
Date: January 6th, 2021
Location: Capitol Hill, Washington, DC

This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. To view a copy of this license, visit: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, PO Box 1866, Mountain View, CA 94042, USA.

 

The prophecy fulfilled?

I wanted to to post my “I told you so” Trilogy before I put this other re-post up. It should have been a simple copy paste job, but I keep getting distracted by the events in Washington. The irony of this warning almost a decade ago isn’t lost on me, as I watch Capitol Hill being breached by the most die-hard subscribes to Trump’s cult of personality. #TheseAreNotNewProblems.

Who the fok are you?

Advertisement goes trough different trends in order to appeal to the constantly changing demographics that they want to target. It’s very nature is pretty much to mimic whatever happens to be popular at the moment in order to get the attention of the public. Well, the latest fad to come from the great minds of the people trying to get you to buy shit you don’t need has made me realize that humanity is doomed.

The type of ads I’m talking about are what I refer to as “Random advertisement”. You have seen them, I’m talking about the Old Spice or Dairy Queen commercials that look like they where designed by a team of six year old boys with A.D.D on a steady diet of Pixie Styx and crack cocaine. This is scary because that means that after spending millions on research, the marketing departments concluded this was the type of ad campaign that was going to get the job done. Commercials that are saturated with as much random imagery and nonsensical crap as they can fit and give you absolutely no information about the product they are trying to sell.

So I started wondering what exactly had led the intellects in advertisement to go this route. At first I thought it had to do specifically with the positive reaction caused when we see something comical and unexpected. You want whatever product you are selling to be associated with good feelings, and funny happens to be one of those good feelings I’m talking about, so it would only make sense to fill your ad with lots of unexpected hilarious crap. I know I’m guilty of using this technique, and reality is we have been doing since the beginning of time! Research shows that in ancient Egypt the dudes that painted the inside of the pyramids thought it would be hilarious to give people animal heads just for kicks. (That will be a fact once Wikipedia lifts the ban on my i.p. address for that article I wrote about myself being a Dinosaur Samurai Zombie-hunter!)

“Reality is however, that the reason for random shit commercials is very simple. The advertising industry is incapable of packaging the very complex concept of individuality”

Being an individual is difficult. From the moment we are cognitive we get two conflicting statements that warp our perception. “We are all the same” and “You are very special”. As if that’s not enough to fok with your noggin, then you have to grow up in a world where you have to find a balance between expressing yourself and fitting in with the crowd. Throughout our entire life there’s a major struggle to find our place in the universe. This creates a very ironic phenomenon, in order to give worth to that which makes us different from everyone else, we have to create groups with people that are just like us and will accept us. Humans have a need to belong so we tend to group together with similar people and reject that which we don’t agree with. Creating these cliques and giving them exclusivity allows us to feel like we are being original but without having to be a complete outcast. This model worked because the lack of access to information made the world a scary place. You could stand out but not too much. The last thing a group of uninformed people needed was some random asshole being all cocky trying to show how different he or she was from the rest of us.

But nowadays we tend to be a bit more tolerant of innovation because the internet has given us access to so much cultural data and we have realized that creativity is a rare commodity, and that everything we thought was a new idea has been done before. More and more it feels like there’s nothing special about ourselves, the music we like is sampled over and over, the fashion we wear is just a mix of things worn in previous decades, the television we watch is just a repackaging of the same stories over and over with new characters and the movies that impress us are usually a remake of a remake of a remake based on a book that was possibly based on true story! (You got caught James Cameron, Avatar is just space Pocahontas)

So we crave innovation and it has actually become a struggle to find what it is that makes us different from the millions out there! It happened to me. One of my attempts to establish my very own individuality was changing the way I spell the word “fuck” to “fok”. “Foking genius” I thought. Not only could I get past the filters on my phone and certain webpages that don’t allow expletives, but I had just come up with a way to spell the word just how my accent makes it sound. This would undeniably be my footprint in the universe, a way to let it know “I AM FOKEN ANDY, UNIVERSE, FOK YOU AS I SHALL NOT FOKING CONFORM! Imagine my rage when two weeks later my call to individuality was being casually thrown around on facebook and my utter disappointment when the week after I found out “Fok” was the original spelling for “fuck” and it dates back to England around 1066.

So how does this tie in with those random ads I was talking about? Well, the advertisement industry is is based on creativity which is a rare trait, and it has to appeal to an audience that is going to purchase products.That audience is us, and marketers have noticed that we are in a quest to stand out. They are capitalizing on our insecurities by trying to package and sell us that individuality we desperately seek but because it’s hard to come up with a new concept and expect everyone to embrace it they take a safe approach. They produce ads that copy the way a teenager tries to establish her or himself in the world. With relatively safe random nonsensical acts of stupidity and rebellion. The ads are the equivalent of my 14 year old self purposely wearing my shoes untied to prove how different I was. That is the reason why a deodorant commercial has a black guy screaming at me while pulling puppies out of a guitar and a foken ice cream commercial features rainbows on fire. Sure I haven’t seen it before, and sure it’s funny, but it’s not designed to sell us the product based on how well it performs but rather on the fact that we will confuse randomness with innovation and that appeals to the part of us that wants to be different without endangering our status in society. We don’t care what the product is. We simply identify with all the random imagery and think to ourselves “Hey, this is pretty crazy stuff but I can identify as I too am random and original”

Perfect example is actually my favorite commercial right now. It’s the Heineken one where the guy goes to the party and it’s cooler and better at everything than everyone else but everyone loves and respects him and the band plays an awesome song! That commercial touched me. That dude was foken awesome, he stood apart amongst the crowd yet was embraced by all. Hell, I went right out and bought myself a Heineken expecting it to up my individuality and coolness quotient at least 10 points, but when I took that first sip I realized that I hate that beer because it tastes like peanutty piss water and that if I met a cocky prick like that in real life I would probably hate him just as much.

So in the end I realized that this “innovative” school of thought in advertisement is just a cheap marketing ploy. And it’s a really bad one at that. Because the nature of advertisement is to make as many people as possible buy the same exact thing it’s almost ridiculous to appeal to a persons need for individualism, so when they figured out they couldn’t just outright say “buy this and you will be different” they simply chose to associate the product to crazy cool randomness to appeal to our need to be spontaneous and it totally worked. The only good thing is that because it actually did work, then it will undoubtedly go trough the process that all innovation goes trough once it finds acceptance. It will become mainstream which leads to it being bottled and marketed to the point of saturation at which time it is deemed uncool and conformist then it will be forgotten!

And that’s just it, our individuality is a very personal thing. I had to accept that “foken” was not my creation and will never be used exclusively by me and that’s fine, because one word or one product or one action is not what makes me who I am, but rather my understanding of who I was in the past, my acceptance of myself today and my motivation to always strive for self improvement in the future.

Marketers do not understand that individuality is not based on how different we are from the rest of the world or how exclusive the groups we belong to are and most definitely not on how much crazy shit we can mix together. Unfortunately that brings me to my final point. You might be wondering why I said that the world is doomed because of all this?

“Well as capitalism realizes that being random and ridiculous is an untapped gold mine it means it is only a matter of time before being a piece of shit goes mainstream and we end up with a celebrity for president cementing “Idiocracy” as a documentary.”

Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

“I told you so” Trilogy – Part 3

Repost from 03/19/2011

Facebook’s like button will destroy the world.

I completely understand the concept behind Social Networks. They are a fantastic idea. The googlemachines trully are a beautiful way of bringing the world closer together and we have seen the benefits of using intertubes technology in order to accomplish worthwhile goals just like recent events in Egypt or the Anonymous protests on Scientology….. However it is my professional opinion that the “like” button feature in Facebook will bring about the foken end of the world.

I know it sounds a little extreme, but it’s foken true. Innocent as it may seem, that little bastard is an S.T.D. (Socially Transmitted Disease {totally made that one up} ) that slowly eats away at the Frontal Lobes of your brain which apparently are connected to your social skills. Doesn’t matter what I post, even if it’s an open ended question, people have lost their mastery of conversation and they simply opt to press the foken “like” button. It’s kind of like cavemen offering a dry single grunt to acknowledge your awesome taking down of a foken T-Rex all on your own with nothing but a toothpick.

It’s getting ridonculous. You think I’m kidding when I compare it to a disease, but look at the way it behaves. One of your friends has it. You know he/she does because all they do is post the shit they like and when you post there’s never a coherent response, just that retarded little thumbs up that lets you know they acknowledge your existence, but you are not worthy enough of 10 seconds worth of typing. This really doesn’t matter to you because who cares right? Then one day you are reading your friends update and even though you totally agree with what they posted about Coke Zero or the Deterioration of Human Empathy in a Forced Consumerist Market or whatever, you draw a foken blank. You have nothing to say. Not even about Coke Zero. Your mouse starts sliding towards that little word. Your subconscious screams at you, trying to remind you of the times when your opinions where complex aspects based on experience and convictions, but your conscious brain just hears Charlie Brown’s squawking teacher. You have a feeling that things should not be like this, but struggle as you may, not a single cohesive sentence forms in the language center of your noggin so with no other option your index finger clicks “like” and you die a little inside. You feel ashamed, but just like a herpes outbreak, every following episode is just a little easier than the one before.

Worst part about this S.T.D. is that it’s both aggressive and degenarative to a very bad extent. You see, the “like” button is too ambiguous, too foken vague, so it’s use should have a certain amount of restriction, even self discipline. I will illustrate my point. The assumption is 1 person posting with 100 friends on Facebook over a period of 5 weeks.

Week 01

 

ORIGINAL POST: I’m on my way to school!
NUMBER OF LIKES: 4
NUMBER OF COMMENTS: 20
SAMPLE: Me too, I got class around 10, we should meet for coffee.
OBSERVATION: Complex sentences, good grammar, rational thought

Week 02

 

ORIGINAL POST: Should I buy the new Lady Gaga record?
NUMBER OF LIKES: 8
NUMBER OF COMMENTS: 15
SAMPLE: NO, Why the fok would you do that? I don’t get her music!
OBSERVATION: Ability to answer and formulate questions and offer good advice still present!

Week 03

 

ORIGINAL POST: I’m not having a good day, this sucks.
NUMBER OF LIKES: 35
NUMBER OF COMMENTS: 10
SAMPLE: That sucks.
OBSERVATION: Simple sentences only. Lack of comprehension for the implication of what pressing “like” might mean when the original post indicates a negative feeling.

Week 04

 

ORIGINAL POST: Wow, there was a 9.0 earthquake in Japan
NUMBER OF LIKES: 50
NUMBER OF COMMENTS: 5
SAMPLE: dat suxs
OBSERVATION: Language skills regressing to child like levels. Clicking “like” has become autonomous.

Week 05

 

ORIGINAL POST: like
NUMBER OF LIKES: like
NUMBER OF COMMENTS: like
SAMPLE: like
OBSERVATION: like

By this point the S.T.D. has spread beyond any means of controlling it. So my suggestion is to pull out your emergency Zombie Survival Kit and making your way to the nearest fortified building hoping for the best.

 

“I told you so” Trilogy – Part 2

The lizard person that operates the Zuck cadavatar is powered by the number of active accounts in facebook. You can help destroy it by deleting yours.

Repost from 3/14/2012

I can trace the beginning of my very misguided love for psychology to 8th grade. I clearly remember this because I used it to get close to the ladies. It’s not that I had somehow mastered the intricacies of the human mind at that tender age and found it easier to communicate with the other sex, it’s just that no one else around me had any idea about it so I could literally lie and everyone would be none the wiser. I saw the power of understanding the human psyche, so I joined psychology club, slept trough most of it and then walked around my school with a clipboard and some vague questions about the meaning of “Limp Bizkit” lyrics or something like that and asked cute girls for their opinion and their phone numbers for “further research”. It totally worked. “People your age are complete idiots, Andy, learn about me and together we can be manipulate them with your superior intellect because you are so freaking smart”. It was the first lesson Lady Psychology ever taught me. Sure it wasn’t a good lesson, and maybe I made it up, but the point is that it got me interested in the scientific study of the mind. And as I looked further into it, I realized that it was a wonderful tool that could not only aid my 15 year old self quest to “score” but it would actually fulfill my need to understand myself and help others. And so I have played with the idea of actually following psychology as a career for a quite a while. I don’t want to get into too much detail, but a myriad of obstacles and a lack of confidence had prevented me from pursuing my goal of a Doctorate in Psychology until not long ago. So imagine my disappointment and dismay when, after finally working up the courage to follow my dream, I discovered that just like beepers and common sense; my dear, dear psychology would no longer be useful in the future…

 

I know what you are going to say. “Andy, what are you on about? Psychology is a growing field, we have barely began to understand the mysteries of the human mind. There’s no need to worry about Psychology going the way of the dinosaur any time soon!”. Well first of all, let me tell you that if you are saying that, you are wasting your time because you are talking to a computer screen and there’s no possible way for me to hear it. I don’t need any training on the field to inform you that you are nuttier than squirrel shit and you need to quit that before someone sees you. With that out of the way, I ask you to allow me to retort. Psychology IS a dying field, and it’s all because of Facebook.

You see. Facebook has quietly but surely become an integral part of everyone’s life. At first it was harmless enough. Just a way to keep in touch with friends. But then as it grew in numbers and it amassed power, people decided to let this virtual network become a living, breathing stage for real life. Facebook became the meeting place for the masses. Like a courtyard in high school or the break room at your job, Facebook was the place where people could make small talk then just get back to whatever it is they where doing. Unfortunately just like in those other places, certain people have discovered that by acting out in specific ways, they can now get all the attention they need without the effort of actually interacting with other human beings.

I want to suggest a party game. Everyone has a laptop and a pint glass. Log on to Facebook and have all participants scroll down their post feed at the same time. Every time a friend has vented about their shitty lives or work or stress take a one finger sip. For any relationship (or lack thereof) drama take down two fingers. A public breakup it’s worth four fingers and an actual couple fighting online means you must skull the whole foken pint. The winner is the last person standing and if you really look at the implications of that last statement, you will realize the extent of what I mean by “winner”.

 

The reality is that writing down our pent up emotions is a very helpful tool for dealing with them, but the layer of anonymity created by seating behind a screen, and the false sense of understanding and acceptance we get from everyone pressing like on our short rant about how “every1 in da wrold is reely stoopid” has created a terrible phenomenon I like to call “Facebook Therapy”. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying the occasional rant will lead to your demise, I’m talking about those that have allowed the social network feed to become their main outlet when they have trouble expressing themselves. And although the action of venting in itself is not detrimental, it is the repercussions of that action that can be even more damaging to people than the post itself. You see, the lack of intimacy and connection with a real human being will, in my opinion, have three very negative effects.

 

“I feel tremendous guilt, the short-term, dopamine driven feepback loops that we have created are destroying how society works”  -Chamath Palihapitiya

First, the person venting feels a false sense of being heard and understood when others simply “like” or agree with whatever it is they are saying. If you needed to share your fears and frustrations with a close friend, and after opening up to them they gave you a thumbs up and said “like” then walked away you would probably feel pretty bad, but this is completely fine online. The reader doesn’t have to engage the poster more than necessary because that quick acknowledgment is just enough to show that you care without getting on the way of your “Farmville” time. So even though the poster might have been reaching out for someone to listen, they have to settle for some artificial empathy which may not be a big deal if you are bitching about a coworker, but might be the worst possible thing for someone that may already feel isolated and disconnected.

Second, if someone does challenge or disagrees with the rant, then it’s very easy to simply ignore that comment because the bottom line is that you aren’t dealing with another human being, just a computer screen. There’s an artificial barrier when we use devices to communicate with each other, whether is text or online or even talking on the phone. No other form of communication can be as complete as talking face to face with someone else. Take the time to observe two people conversing (try not to hide in bushes with binoculars as the police apparently tend to frown upon that) Notice not only what they say, but the way the hands move, how the bodies are positioned, the way they move closer or farther away, the tone of voice, etc. The point is that there are a whole lot of other processes going on that convey information which are lost when we interact trough a device. So now, no matter how much you care or empathize with the person, whatever response you post will have a degree of artificiality that can be more harm than good.

The third and possibly worst effect from “Facebook Therapy” is that your business is now online for everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE to eventually know,no matter how private your profile is. Let’s use my “Facebook as the water cooler at an office” analogy. Let’s say you are upset about whatever and so you put a sign on the bulletin board to vent your frustration. As people walk by the water cooler, they see the sign, maybe try to cheer you up, and you feel a better, however, life continues past the water cooler right? These people may talk about your issue among themselves, but probably to others that were not meant to be involved to begin with. Now your business is out in the open in a less controlled way. Now imagine how those people feel when every time they go for a drink they find a new post about a new issue in your life. Little by little they might feel less and less sympathy for you and may possibly end up alienating you altogether.

You know exactly what I’m talking about because it is a big part of the social network experience. I myself made a conscious decision to avoid not only letting my dirty laundry air online, but to make an effort to interact with others in person as much as possible. I plan to get my attention the old fashioned way, by being loud and obnoxious everywhere I go. Basically to not fall into the sweet, sweet laziness of receiving artificial attention online before I end up in the unending cycle of feeling like crap, posting about it, waiting for the world to care, feeling like they don’t, therefore feeling like crap and starting the process again.

People could end up all kinds of messed up from this, so now that I think about it I may have to thank “Facebook Therapy” for really foken people up. I never thought I would say this, but thank you from the bottom of my wallet Mark, your creation will one day make me as rich as you!

“I told you so” Trilogy – Part 1

Repost from 8/23/2011

#I write like I talk, constantly running on. My apologies.

Remember that time you where really sick and Facebook brought you your homework and made copies of it’s notes so you wouldn’t fall behind in class? You don’t? How about when you and Twitter went to that crazy party and had such a great time? Doesn’t ring a bell? Not even that silly game you and Myspace played when you where kids? Nothing at all? In that case, congratulations! Like me, you too have just realized that you have no friends and will be forever alone.

OK, maybe it isn’t as dramatic as that, but the point I’m trying to make is that there is a problem inherent to all these Social Networking sites that is contradictory to their very purpose. Major parts of social interaction are being replaced by very impersonal digital counterparts. There’s all this amazing technology and software being created in order to unite the world and unfortunately all is doing is making human beings more and more disconnected because the reality of it is that you end up interacting with computer instead of real people.

“After spending a little over a decade in the Facebook network, I finally decided to take my data back. I downloaded everything they would give me and deleted my account along with instagram. They can keep what they already have, I blame that on me; but from now on, this is MY data, and you will give it the value and respect it deserves.”

-goodTimes

After careful research and polling (I’m totally making this up but it’s probably true), I have found that 90% of Social Network users have over 100 friends listed on their accounts. Seriously, look at your own accounts. and now think about how many of the people in the list are truly your friends? How many of them do you talk to on a regular basis or even manage to hang out with? I bet if you where to delete the ones that don’t match that criteria the numbers would be greatly reduced right? Now don’t get me wrong. I understand the point of networking is to create a large group of people connected in one way or another. And this is fantastic if you want to promote a business or a cause you believe in or some hilarious insightful blog written by a totally handsome dude, but honestly, this is not what you will find in your updates seeing as how they are mostly composed of all of us saying we are bored and then posting the latest Youtube video that entertained us!

And that is exactly where things go wrong with Social Networks. They might have been created to connect people, but little by little they have just become the latest form of entertainment for us all. You know I’m right! And I don’t mean just the games either. Bored at work? Check for updates! Traffic light? Check for updates! Waiting in line? Check for updates! Bathroom Break? Check for updates! No updates? Reload just in case you missed any updates! I know I’m not making that up. We don’t check because we have a true interest on what’s new in the lives of those we care about, we check because it’s entertaining to know what everyone else is up to.

And it’s not to say that there aren’t any meaningful posts either. Among the barrage of “I’m bored” and “I’m mad” and “People are Stoopid” posts; there’s always a great pearl of wisdom or some valuable bit of information, but we are so conditioned to pointless impersonal banter that we end up responding in very detached ways if we even choose to respond at all (Thank you very much “Like” button). Because the information is so compressed and readily available, we don’t have to ask questions and start conversations. We simply stop making a conscious effort to maintain real contact with the people around us and so we end up with 10,000 friends and wondering why we still feel kind of lonely.

I’m probably not going to stop using networking sites anytime soon. Like I said, they do serve a fantastic purpose. I however, have come to the realization that I want to make a conscious choice to both maintain and reinforce my connections to the people I care about because it’s really hard to take my desktop to the beach or out for coffee without looking like a complete fool, and when I think about all the shenanigans, I don’t remember seeing some glorified beeper there when we had to run away from the cops after stealing those llamas and having those jousting matches inside the closed mall we broke into (you guys know who you are). But I digress, point is all these things are just tools to help us connect and they should be used as such because the click of a mouse will never replace the good times with those we love.