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Doornob, Ankle, Cold.
October 15, 2004
Brad the coffee guy…
On Dead End Days…
We have a new epsiode. Woo.
On Sales…
Sorry for the delay on news on the “last gasp” Shirt Sale that will be going down over at the store. Information to the mailing list should be going out this weekend with a general announcement next week… Please stand by!
On Champions…
Last plug (promise) for the 2004 World Rock Paper Scissors Championships going down in Toronto this Saturday. Tickets are available at the door so it’s not to late to “be the world champion”. Far more details than I can cram here at: www.rpschamps.com
On Llamas…
I strongly urge anyone within earshot of a CBC radio transmitter to listen to Danny Finkleman on Saturday nights. Regardless of your tolerence level for “the music of the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s” his staple show Finkelman’s 45’s have been a staple of my weekend for just about as long as I can recal.
Admittedly I do like the music that Danny plays (being raised on a staple diet of oldies tunes by parents with pretty wide musical tastes) but far and away the best thing about the show is his Interstitials.
In between songs Mr. Finkleman (as I like to think I would call him should we ever meet) fills us in with what is wrong with visa cards, cell phones, modern day sports, telemarketing, his children, and all manner of modern products. Ocassionally he stops to praise a deserving technology such as the lazyboy recliner, cordless drill, or pickled beets, but for the most part he doles out curmudgeonly grudging that would do Andry Rooney proud.
I only point this out, because one of the few areas I disagree with the show is Danny’s postulate that the Internet is only good for weather reports and baseball scores.
Back in my wilder youth I’d get incensed by his anti-internet dialogue. How dare he? Even back when I was trying to convince my father that a 2400baud modem had other uses than “getting the viruses” and “hacking into the bank” I knew that networking computers had a range of practical applications.
The ease of transferring data, across the globe in seconds. IRC, Usenet, Archie, Gopher, this crazy new HTTP, all had myriad applications to make our life a better place. I believed the Internet would make us smarter, faster, and stronger (we have the technology).
Now that I’m older and wiser, I have a new theory: The Internet has succeeded in turning us into a generation of absurdists.
Where Beckett, Ionesco, and Golgol created a momentary ripple of absurdity various unknown Internet pundits have created a societal movement that revels in the strange juxtaposed with the inconsequential.
And it’s fabulous.
One hundred years from now, textbooks might not mention sites like, The Infinite Cat Project, The Llama Song, Eric Conveys an Emotion, Ming the Merciless, this thing with dancing cr
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