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 Man,
I've had the weekend from
hell, and I didn't even leave my house!
First
some wiseguy hacked my mailing list and sent out a bogus message
posing as me. It was pretty
funny though. He said that I'm taking the site down and next
thing I know I have 1000 e-mails from people screaming at me about
one thing or another.
What
a headache that was! After finding out how it was done, the guy
who did it came into my chatroom and started laughing at me. Thankfully
the mailing list was left intact and none of the addresses were
stolen. Everything is back, working once again. Join
the list, get top-secret video clips!
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on video!
To
make matters worse my e-mail client, Outlook, died. I must have
uninstalled and reinstalled Office 2000 ten times before I just
said fuck it and reinstalled Windows 2000 all over again. Fast forward
five hours later, I can finally read my e-mail again. Yipee!
I swear
to god I was so close to taking my keyboard and smashing it against
the monitor. Technology is not infallible, and every few months
I get a lesson on why making
backups of all important data is a very wise thing to do.
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Now
here is today's sermon. Something that I have been thinking about
confession to you all for a long time, but I just couldn't find
the words. Read my thoughts. Learn from them, and get out while
you still can!
I
am an Information Junkie of the worst possible kind.
But
I am not alone. We are a new breed of addicts that did not exist
fifteen years ago. Once the web was out of it's early infancy, and
photographs and multimedia became more prevalent on the web, we
started to get addicted.
Once
computers were cheap enough for every family to afford one, the
addiction started to take hold of me, and our society overall. Forget
what you've heard about being addicted to heroin and nicotine, this
is far worse, for there is no cure for the Information Junkie. To
cure him you would have to replace his brain.
I define
an Information Junkie as someone who NEEDS to be near a computer
at all times. No other form of mass communication will do. Television?
Don't
make me fucking laugh.
An
Information Junkie is someone who breaks out in a cold sweat when
they can't connect to the Internet. Someone who cares more about
the people in chat rooms than their real friends, if they have any
at all. Someone who knows where to get all the porn they could possible
want for free, but doesn't, because they've seen it all before.
Someone who has seen every single "funny picture" that
your friends forward you in e-mail a million times over, and who's
personal hygiene suffers due to laziness.
It
was a slow process at first. Maybe your dad brought home a computer
from work, or got the family a PC for Christmas. Wow, something
to type your essays for school on. Big fucking deal. Then one of
your friends might have showed you that you could use your computer
for different sorts of things.
EVIL
things.
I swear
to fucking god I never knew that women blew
horses when I was 13. Who the hell would have thought that was possible?
It wasn't until I was 18 that I realized that men blew horses too!
Holy shit! This is fucked up. Stop the press! People
have sex with animals?
That's
not all they do. The Internet has shown me the darkest side of humanity.
More strange and twisted than I ever thought possible. This reminds
me of a quote I once heard: When
you look into the abyss, the abyss looks back into you.
You
can't walk away from this without being changed for better or for
worse. Every single experience that you have in your life molds
your overall psyche, and forms the way you will react to future
life experiences. With that said, how do you think being exposed
to the darker side of life will change you? Believe me, you won't
become no Marry fucking
Poppins.
I'm
not saying that it's all bad though. I would rather know what happens
in this world than live my life in a state of ignorance thinking
that everyone is content, bellies are full and one day we'll all
join hands and sing in perfect harmony. I don't know why, but I
want to know the truth. I can't live a life filled with ignorance
and lies.
I think
I'm getting ahead of myself here. Let's go back a few years, right
before I got into High School when people still didn't know what
a dot-com was. I was always interested in computers, ever since
we had an Atari and Colecovision in the house. I remember getting
an Apple IIc for my birthday one year. That was pretty cool. I was
7 years old and still had that sparkle in my eye. But nothing, absolutely
nothing prepared me for the Internet.
 I
was born to do this site. I don't consider myself a writer, webmaster
or any of that nonsense.
I consider
myself to be the master
of ceremonies in the three ring circus of freakshow-like media.
I am the grumpy old man in the corner of the pub, commenting in
a harsh yet brutally truthful way on everything he sees. No one
else was doing it exactly the way I wanted it done, so
I just did it myself.
Let's
talk about the constant exchange of thought and emotion with pseudo-friends.
Whether you use ICQ, AOL Instant Messenger, chat rooms or e-mail
it doesn't matter. The waves of pornography, satire and tech media
that washes across your face each day will change you. The socializing
and cyber-wars that you take part in online will change you. The
comfortably numb feeling you get from having the light from the
monitor dance across your face at night will change you. For good
or bad, it is really up to you.
You
know how they say that the first time you do heroin is the best
because you get higher than you will ever get again? The virgin
high. That's what it was like for me, young Information Junkie,
when I first logged on to the Internet oh-so-many years ago. I've
never done heroin, mind you, but I can guarantee you that I wouldn't
get addicted. I'd shoot it into my arm and laugh. This is nothing,
this is a joke. Why? Because I have an
addiction that far outshadows any other addiction that humanity
has ever created. Crack and heroin do not hold a candle to seeing
every single WHAZZUP! parody under the sun.
This
is the kind of addiction that makes you feel empty inside unless
you are constantly feeding it. This addiction is of the need to
constantly see new media 24/7, every single day for the rest of
my life until I die. I consume words, images, videos, audio files...
I become one with the media until I can't bare to look at the screen
anymore. How did I first know that I had a problem? When I'd start
to skip school to come home and use my computer.
Tomorrow:
Part 2
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