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Don't

I don't feel right sitting in front of the computer and not using facebook. It's like sitting next to a frozen assembly line, decrepit and forgotten. Yeah, dramatic like that. Is it safe to say we're keeping the 'ol John Galt spirit alive? In our own way we've thrown wrenches into the spiraling (downward, obviously) cultural gyre that's grown from a summary hurricane - one that we can categorize - it's gone from any of that to the fabled perfect storm. The faceless but sentient void, the abyss with purpose and intent. Drive, yes. Desire, but for what? I'm guessing this is the Machiavellian means to an end that is hivemind; collective and voluntary control of an army of automatons is what they're gonna get. We're being turned into ants and bees, stripped down to an instinct - the last one we're left with. JUST DO IT. I never questioned the iconic 90's slogan, the one that dominated my childhood: thank you Air Ubiquitous Max, now I can drop the name of a '97 crosstrainer and people will think I'm smart (or at the very least that I'm a snoot). In this case, neither had I made the connection that something spoken aloud can sound like "DO" but read more like "SUBMIT." 

A pox on that, we say; imaginary guns out on three, gentlemen.

Anyways. It seems our facebook fast is all going according to plan? It's good we've got each other, a little support system. That, and Loks and new glass. Yes.

What are we using as electronic surrogates for the social experience? I'm done for life with stumbleupon and online shopping. I'm back on torrent sites, definitely logged into meebo.com for the first time since OSL days (our hero signed up for a Windows Live ID so he could do the 'ol *:D+ADDBUDDY* thing). Youtubes, SMODs, more of the same.