Attention Deficit


We are both working on the Internet. You work on it, like an artist crafts a beautiful chair. I work on it, like a fat lady sits in a chair, checking her lotto numbers.



Coming to terms with it

Tomorrow I’m turning 34. Yay!
I’ve seriously been thinking about checking out of all this checking in business. Use the web 2.0 suicide machine, and just delete.
Instead of spending precious time listening to the interruptions of the interwebs, or broadcasting the net with my nonsense – I could just leave.

Would that make a good 34th birthday present? Or would I feel empty? Emptier than now?