I write, therefore I think, therefore...

Most hipster barbershop EVER.

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So much nostalgia.

No, really. It’s kind of fun thinking back to how exciting it was to get library-provided “cyber-access” on our giant box of an apple computer, back when the apple logo had chunky rainbow lines instead of its chic gloss of now. I used to play this sweet b&w RPG on that thing- it had some really cool story line that had to do with vampires and knowledge.

The Internet its self, however, didn’t start getting exciting till companies started using graphics to draw attention away from whatever the library was letting us access and to themselves. I have another memory of my friend and I typing in random words “______.com” into the bar at the top of the page to see what came up. The funniest was “penisland.com,” which was a site for a brand of pen. Lolz.

Oh god. And then, a couple years later, but still while we were like 12 years old: yahoo chat rooms. Like omegle, but with subject lines and, a couple more years later, picture capability. Then video. Don’t worry- the worst we did was put my friend’s brother’s boxers over a pillow and pretend it was an ass. It was funny because the guy actually believed it and was super happy he got some “action” over the interwebs. Despite what parents might say, I still think this was a relatively safe but rather hilarious activity to do with a friend on a rainy day. 

In middle school, I started talking to my friends from school on Yahoo Instant Messenger. I never did chat rooms by myself and still don’t. I didn’t really know what myspace was till 8th grade, either. I can still see my myspace today because I used a fake email for it and can’t figure out how to delete it. What’s funny about this social networking part of Internet life, thinking back, is that the people I actually remember talking with are the ones I still want facebook for because I miss them so much. Our yahoo chat sessions, their myspace comments, and facebook statuses stick in my head because they are writers. They are hilarious. The things they write aresothemand it’s hard to cut them off because I guess I’m addicted to my friends.

I’m especially fascinated by the ones who remind me of where it all started. Some of them aren’t so into remembering elementary RPG graphic renderings and how it all evolved. But for some reason… I don’t know. There’s something about those glitch kids, man. They get it. They love fake looking shit because it’s real. The grit of the glitch. It’s fucked up, it’s dirty, it’s the natural counterpart to nature its self. I wouldn’t necessarily call it sexy. No more sexy than boxers on a pillow for the webcam. Take that as you will. 

At any rate, we were laughing the whole time. On Facebook, we’re still just laughing at each other. But sometimes it’s scary because we’re in it. We’re in it and we’re laughing with it. We’re in the chat rooms but now they’ve got pictures and those pictures are so many people we’ve met and even if they’re not creepy stalkers, they’re in it. We’re all laughing with it. But as soon as we’re out: poof! Friends gone. Not here. They’re still joking, but you can’t stay in there forever…

I like online communication. But I think I feel more secure when I’m physically with my friends, laughing at it instead of with it. Though both are awesome and depressing in their own goofy ways, I think its better to be in life making fun of the Internet because you think it’s stupid than on the Internet, making fun of life because you are afraid. Or have ADD or write too much. It’s a really tough choice though. Which is probably why we just take the middle route and talk about the Internet on the Internet.

Ew. I can’t believe I just analyzed all that. I’m trying to do this thing where I stop thinking and writing so much, but every once in a while, man. It’s tough. In lieu of that, I would like to tie up this online yammering with a far more beautiful conclusion:






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evenrobotsneedhugs:

Things like this remind me that there are good people in the world who are passionate and talented and intelligent. This video is amazing.

This makes me want to cry.

Mostly because it is so good.

Partly because I turned down the opportunity to be in a multidisciplinary animation course last semester where I would be the team mate who wrote the main scripts… took african drumming instead. But hey, that’s weighty, too.

So distracted today

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