All for the fun
Tuesday, 18. September 2007, 00:00:25
I hear that blogging is hip nowadays. Everyone and their little brother is doing it - a reason enough to stay away. Just like facebook. But then again - people often tell me I'm a weirdo. Including me mom.
But what the hell - sex is hip too, everyone doing it, I tend to stick with the crowd on that one - so what the heck. Blogging it shall be.
Now - someone would write somewhere around here that this blog contains my personal opinions and it does not express the views and opinions of my employer, subordinates, colleagues, friends, or me mom, for that matter. Fucking DUH. I'd bash in the face the first one that's stupid enough to think that, especially if they work with me or moreover if I work FOR them.
The problem is that people nowadays are too jumpy about what they read. But mostly about the things that other people wrote. And the Internet, the proverbial series-of-tubes, being more of a flame-war medium than some countries' parliaments, does not really help the issue. And they get offended. Or they very well pretend to be offended, because directing the writing towards concrete audience is too bloody hard when everyone and their little brother pretends to read it. Seriously.
When you don't like a book - you don't buy it and you don't read it. How you knew you wouldn't like it is another topic altogether. But no - you can post comments on things you didn't read, because we can't have a way of knowing if you even skimmed through the damned thing. So there you are. Freedom of expression - sure - go my little friends, this blog is totally open for comments to anyone. Just don't expect me to care about them way too much. Oh - I can hear you now - you'll start me another witch-hunt because I write stupid shit on the Internet and I don't even read the comments. And because I use mildly inappropriate words here and there in my downpour of sheer wisdom. Don't worry - I'll read them all - they make cool bar stories sometimes. Although I'd rather talk about the curvy girl on the next table, no offence.
It's also amazingly easy to pretend to react to an imaginary issue when you read that 3rd party's wording of what someone else said. That's the moment where everything goes haywire and you see that uber-cool, outraged comments from people that don't talk much even when they've got a couple of beers and a crowd around them. Well, it's a fun thing to watch. Flame-wars aside, that's the funniest thing to see online sometimes, when you just don't want to do anything to mind that precious brain of yours. Just be careful - intellectual osmosis is waiting at the click to "next page", ready to suck you mind too. Yup - the "next page" is a Mindflayer, you little geeks.
The innocent personal opinion of a single person will escalate to your own people jumping against you, waving a pitchfork and saying - "you're making us look bad". Yeah ... but I don't see you talking to the press, now do I? Admittedly - being in the position where your words get too easily mediated to way too many people implies you having some sense of responsibility. And watching your tongue. It's fun to get bashed by the people that can't get even close to that though. It's really fun how many people around you'll find to just not realize how much sense they don't make. So sit back and indulge yourself - watch the fireworks show as it goes. And if you feel creative - orchestrate your own. You might not be the lad that does Rammstein's light/pyro shows but in that virtual environment, it's pretty easy to come close.
Hammer down the inexperienced, mesmerize the simple-minded, be your own god in your small virtual world where you win. Right - because you want to win big and in the virtual environment your win is as big as your imagination and your ego are, combined. Fun for the whole family. Just don't expect me to be impressed.
Oh - and spellcheck, for the love of all that's holy. That language has been crippled enough already.
But what the hell - sex is hip too, everyone doing it, I tend to stick with the crowd on that one - so what the heck. Blogging it shall be.
Now - someone would write somewhere around here that this blog contains my personal opinions and it does not express the views and opinions of my employer, subordinates, colleagues, friends, or me mom, for that matter. Fucking DUH. I'd bash in the face the first one that's stupid enough to think that, especially if they work with me or moreover if I work FOR them.
The problem is that people nowadays are too jumpy about what they read. But mostly about the things that other people wrote. And the Internet, the proverbial series-of-tubes, being more of a flame-war medium than some countries' parliaments, does not really help the issue. And they get offended. Or they very well pretend to be offended, because directing the writing towards concrete audience is too bloody hard when everyone and their little brother pretends to read it. Seriously.
When you don't like a book - you don't buy it and you don't read it. How you knew you wouldn't like it is another topic altogether. But no - you can post comments on things you didn't read, because we can't have a way of knowing if you even skimmed through the damned thing. So there you are. Freedom of expression - sure - go my little friends, this blog is totally open for comments to anyone. Just don't expect me to care about them way too much. Oh - I can hear you now - you'll start me another witch-hunt because I write stupid shit on the Internet and I don't even read the comments. And because I use mildly inappropriate words here and there in my downpour of sheer wisdom. Don't worry - I'll read them all - they make cool bar stories sometimes. Although I'd rather talk about the curvy girl on the next table, no offence.
It's also amazingly easy to pretend to react to an imaginary issue when you read that 3rd party's wording of what someone else said. That's the moment where everything goes haywire and you see that uber-cool, outraged comments from people that don't talk much even when they've got a couple of beers and a crowd around them. Well, it's a fun thing to watch. Flame-wars aside, that's the funniest thing to see online sometimes, when you just don't want to do anything to mind that precious brain of yours. Just be careful - intellectual osmosis is waiting at the click to "next page", ready to suck you mind too. Yup - the "next page" is a Mindflayer, you little geeks.
The innocent personal opinion of a single person will escalate to your own people jumping against you, waving a pitchfork and saying - "you're making us look bad". Yeah ... but I don't see you talking to the press, now do I? Admittedly - being in the position where your words get too easily mediated to way too many people implies you having some sense of responsibility. And watching your tongue. It's fun to get bashed by the people that can't get even close to that though. It's really fun how many people around you'll find to just not realize how much sense they don't make. So sit back and indulge yourself - watch the fireworks show as it goes. And if you feel creative - orchestrate your own. You might not be the lad that does Rammstein's light/pyro shows but in that virtual environment, it's pretty easy to come close.
Hammer down the inexperienced, mesmerize the simple-minded, be your own god in your small virtual world where you win. Right - because you want to win big and in the virtual environment your win is as big as your imagination and your ego are, combined. Fun for the whole family. Just don't expect me to be impressed.
Oh - and spellcheck, for the love of all that's holy. That language has been crippled enough already.
