More blather

Jokes about women drivers gave me pause.  It seems to me that there aren't many jokes anymore; plenty of comedy but no jokes in the classic sense.  Maybe there's a young Henny Youngman out there, working the strip clubs.

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It's interesting how online communication has evolved.  I recall the BBSs, forums, UseNet, and when a 14.4 modem was wicked fast.

There was BoardWatch magazine, which I eagerly awaited every month.  The notion that people had multiple phone lines to service their BBS seems absurd today, but folks were happy to pay five or ten bucks a month for the privilege of downloading unlimited porn from Rusty & Edy's BBS.  Never went there myself, but I recall that they had upwards of twenty phone lines.  So there was plenty of money to be made.

Then Tim Berners-Lee messed it all up when he developed the World Wide Web.  Golly, that was something!  The BBS was dead, stiffer than a carp.  When Mosaic showed up. I thought I was living in the age of miracles, and very glad to stop using Lynx for browsing.

Fast forward to the 21st century and we are awash in social media, of which blogs are a significant part.  Blogs lack the immediacy of twits and bookface posts but also have a greater depth and usually reflect a bit more thought.

The contributors here are close to being on the same wavelength, with not much static.  Mr. Beagles' recent statement is an almost word-for-word copy of what I told Uncle Ken last week. If I don't comment on something, it is either because I agree with it (and nothing more needs to be added) or I'm thinking about it. If there is something I disagree with, and feel strongly enough about it, I'll say something.  Maybe.  I don't feel a compelling need to agree with everyone about everything, and we can agree to disagree.

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I lack Uncle Ken's superior cable access to the RNC convention, but I've seen bits and pieces on PBS and other networks. I've seen a lot of online stuff, the analysis of which is all over the place.  It's getting to the point where it's impossible to find the truth hidden among all the facts.

I have a feeling that all the dystopian science fiction I've read, and movies I've seen, have come to life.  1984, of course.  Brave New World, Fahrenheit 451...the list goes on.  Lots of Twilight Zone, and can't forget Rollerball (1975).  Maybe I should watch Idiocracy tonight, for a few laughs.

So here's a fantasy scenario of mine:

In late August, or early September, the Hoosier bails out, stating "I can't in good conscience continue; this guy is nuts."

Hilarity ensues.