Anti-Social Networking

Socializing has never been as anti-social as it is now.
You don't even have to look at someone, or acknowledge their presence to have a conversation anymore. You can tell them that you're busy when you're quite the opposite. Sitting idle thinking of ways to make people think that you're not wasting your life online. Read a wiki page once a day.

"That day wasn't wasted. I learned something."

Valuable as it was, you could have actually met some people in person and given awkward conversation.
There's no Busy or Away status in the real world. No Block button. You have to face real problems other than a loading screen or someone who's just after "prawning your noob ass".

But, why face problems? Why not stay behind the username and the collection of swords in a fantasy world?
The idea of these games are an escape. But there's no escapism if you're always there.

Maybe it's time to escape from the digital world for once?

Go outside, get cold, get fresh air, human interaction. Real experiences.

Computers generate artificial feelings. But.
Maybe.

Are the simulations better than real life?

You can talk so honestly online 'cause you can't get an immediate smack or be seen blushing.
Easy. But. Unless you can break away, you're stuck. Like a cat in a washing machine.

You can keep clean but Whiskers wont be snuggling up to you when he gurgles up washing detergent on your floor and collapses.

Short story shorter.... We're all lazy scum.

Computers were designed to help our lives, now they are our lives.
Is this what we want?

Alter Ego

As far as I know, everyone has another persona. At least, that's what I keep telling myself.
If you've ever been bored and then chosen not to be, it's a good technique.

I've created an alternate persona for myself, who is lazier and more useless than me.
Not like the typical favourable fantasy personality similar to Edward Norton/Brad Pitt in "Fight Club". Oh no. The only use my alt-ego serves is to feed me information based on what I already know.
Now I'm gonna mess with phrasing and alternate between each persona.
If I say something stupid, it wasn't me, it was him.

Example:
"Hey Conor"
"Hey you"
"So I'm a "you" now?! Why do you get to be Conor?"
"Because I'm actually Conor, you're just a figment of my imagination.
"Maybe you're a figment of mine?"

*Long conversation about reality, ensuring that I'm not sleeping for a long time.*


"Why do you have bags under your eyes?"
Wankers. I hate that question.
Why don't you have bags under your eyes?! At least I talk to myself. You're just ignorant.

I love making paragraphs.

Oh yeah, Personality.
I could probably drain this one, and leak a bit into it to add a bit more life, but it's not like you'd notice anyways. I Would.
No you wouldn't.

I'll throw out a question to the few who may read these. As more people read, I'll write more.
~Do you question yourself? Do you talk to yourself? and such, if so, how?

Malice and Gee-nerd

http://callousandseabird.blogspot.com/2010/01/tis-season-of-reduced-friction.html

As a direct result of Cian Touhy, I have set myself out to pwn his ass in blog form.

As this is my opening blog, it will be terrible. As will all the others. Anyone who chooses to read them has begun reading their own obituary.

It is snowing. I have established that it is also cold. Who doesn't like a snowball fight? Social recluses! That's who! Patrick Kavanagh would cringe at the thought, despite his love of nature.
I for one am appalled by the snow. The snow prevents all those plants growing.
Ironically, the snowdrops haven't started growing as a result of....you know.
I'm blaming Cian.

Dear Clouds,
Have your snow and be gone.
-Your eternal enemy.

I like to be quick and punchy like the poetic thief who not only robs your wallet, but also your soul.
Next blog will have longer paragraphs, I promise. I promise not to break that promise also.
Maybe.

I might start the next blog in a minute. Bear with me.