(when you google: Futuristic Fucking Picture: This fucking shit pops up and Google Fucking Wins!)
Or; perhaps the other way around.
For years oil companies have had their own message board systems in place for solving problems quickly, in-house. It wouldn't be much for an engineer working on a project in the Gulf of Mexico to post queries into a form that any number of viewers could see and have his prayer answered or at least discussed and debated. An engineer in Khazakstan could see the problem and having solved a similar or perhaps same dilemma she or he could at-once respond and without much delay and the challenge was overcome.
Within a short amount of time intereactive vehicles for every sort of construction or deconstruction or, let's face it, both have materialized. While, far from ideal at this point, anyway- services such as twitter and long-used message boards have developed and so too has a new level of community. This feeling of community was merely incidental to the stated goals of discussing oil patch work or for that matter professional football or professional women.
Yes, we are barbaric creatures, but, we have feelings too.
There are those of us that have discovered our inner barbaricness on said forums or those of us that have inspired others through various ways. We have made personal friends. Even acquaintances. We have have come to identify certain monikers and avatars [Pictures] with sex, knowledge of economics, individual stocks, great porn, hilarious ways of telling incredibly false stories that our eyes cannot tear themselves away from and much more. We have developed disdain for some, but a true appreciation for most whether incredibly benign and innocent; irrelevent to us; or benevolently necessary to our being. It is something that is new to our time.
It is different.
And there is that word: different. It doesn't matter who you are, the feeling of differential is never the most easily undertaken. This is why I feel that the next stage of human evolution is indeed upon us. In order to separate from its predecessor a species moves ever so fractionally away from what had been a core item.
In this near-space-age of movement we have become detached from our former cores of family and local community. With the freedom to be where you would like to live it generates a new realm. It's almost a dream. You can wake at any moment and touch whomever you would like or you can keep walking into space and commingle. At all times your old connectedness, whether you should like it or not, is within an eyetwitch or fingertap.
"Mom?"
"Yes."
"I love you."
(keep in mind these quotes are from an online communication--- And thank fucking goodness for that because this whole tuck me in at my desk at work routine would take about an hour on the phone-)
Nevermind the parenthetical quote of insobriety above. Let's face it, our parents, and our grandparents were much less connected to their parents than we are. Our grandparents fought in wars and got FUCKING DRAFTED (Imagine that, while we pivot around in our soft cotton wombs of lifestyle we're so accustomed to living, absolutely spoiled rotten (by ourselves, mostly). Actually, some of our parents were and even people we consider friends- were drafted. Can you imagine winning the lottery to go and die? This happened.
Here we sit. In kitty cat land. No literally, in kitty cat land. I see more pictures of cats doing stupid shit than I can tell you. I feel bad that our relatives died for this right but knowing German people, I'm pretty sure they'd have been all about the cats, too. Just kidding. They did give the whole fucking world a run for its money.
Let's take over Antartica.
Just kidding.
So left field.
That shit is real. Or at least was real, but at least now if the grownups all decided they wanted to have a war, we could all go on twitter and say, "I'm out" on both sides and definitely tell those who really deemed it so necessary that it's not really so fucking necessary because I have a friend from there and there is no fucking way I'm going to kill my friend just because you say so. And guess what? My friends friends friends friends are.... my friends.
Whether we're internet homies or merely acquantances there really is no reason for me to hate his ass. Religion? What's religion? We were never really discussing that in the first place, unless of course we met on a forum for mutual debate and deconstruction as a place to come to terms or learn or win a VERBAL WAR as to who might be right. What's the worst that could happen? Your new friend says, "Nahhhh, that's dumbest thing I ever heard?"
Yeah, that's about it.
Go deep. I'll hit you.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012 at 5:10PM 
