Lollywood

No this post is not about the Pakastani porn industry.



I don't know if this charade by my cock in order to get sucked would actually work but it might make a neat fancy dress if ever it were to attend such a party and needed a costume. With the help of Bernard Shaw, some decent amateur porn around, and a dormant deposit of resolve that was hit accidently by the deep drilling depression, slowly but surely I have been refilling my half empty glass. People ask me whether or not I see the glass as half empty or half full, and I always reply, "Neither, the glass is too big that's all".

The system is still not stable yet, and I am approaching all moods with caution in case the resolve dries up and some smelly dirty asphalt gets tapped into instead. My anti-social utility called Bookface has not been a success, so far I've managed to convince only one person that it would be a good idea to all be sitting around reading instead of passing electronic notes to each other as if we were in some kind of cyber-classroom.

My other idea is for a social futility called BaceFook which is basically this Online thing that people can join that doesn't do anything, I suppose as an ACRONYM it might get confused as having something to do with beta-site APP-Cleaving Enzyme and Fair Trade Organic Coffee, but let's face it, I'm not going to have Murdoch knocking on my door with that kind of marketing ploy - plus Bacefook is a social futility and so is recommended that it stands for nothing and does nothing.

After McSpace started up, companies are seeking gathering stations for Internet users - I think it quite amusing when I think about all the wild attitudinised Online spaces and then cast that imagery to what I see in the streets, those same people walking around with such decorum. Where are their flashing widgets and crazy templates in the real world? Why when we pass someone we know on the streets we don't make it our objective to go through their pockets, check under their skirts, nosey in their bags, go through their diary? Why do we not leave comments on our friend's answering machines or take a friend around to another friend just to check them out, "Hey check out this friend's house - you should link it, dig a tunnel from yours".

Remember email? Essentially I think many of these sites were started by those who got irritated by group emails where the sender would write twenty paragraphs describing their trip to a lake, and we'd all sweat our Inbox was going to have a hernia with the massive photo attachments precluding, so we just delete that one and tell ourselves we'll read the next one when it comes. It is much more dignified to Blog, because if we were to compare the Internet as a feudal system which it very much isn't, I like to call it the Nouvelle Renaissance, all the aristocracy have Websites, the courtiers and priests have their Blogs, and then all the villagers have their gossiping which translates to MwahSpace and MugMag. Don't get me wrong, I love it all, most of it wastes time equally. Don't get me started however on the 3.6 million people in "Second Life" and the next lot moving into "Home".

We only have to look at the long list of predecessors now home only to those who kept up with the fad like Twitter, Bebo, Xanga and the countless Geocities and forums begun many, many years ago, all of which I was asked to join up to or check out and I did, and then forgot about. Really what it boils down to is that there are far too many places for friends and frankly not enough friends to go 'round.