something you lived without for a good portion of your life and now you cant be away from.. yeah the internet is a beast that feeds on your very soul as lay on a couch, crumbs lingering on your shirt as you change channels and imdb where some actor you vaguely recognize is from. you linger on twitter or troll or make fun of trolls on digg. you live in a totally falsely constructed world that inhabits every person with a internet connection. its like our imaginary friend incaranate. oh but do we love said imaginary friend that we fight for our freedom to expose things that were once personal to everyone on the planet. things noone has business knowing or caring about, and likely don't but it's there in the hive mind of our mutual existence in this whole new world of... well theres no real word that describes it. It's just our meta world in which we are who are personalities are or who we wish our personalities were. If there were a heaven this would be the embodiments of our persons. If there was a hell it would be the same with all of our sins spelled out on the pages of tweetdom or facebookdom for all to see and to live in an eternal world of regret... but i digress wheres my wine.

::giggles to death::

I'm probably in hell with my sins spelled out, because I'm a terrible poker player and wouldn't know how to fake being someone I wish I was but am sadly not.

Or, if I'm in heaven, then this is a Celestial Fail.

my rants are occasionally amusing.

The bathing scene from Room with a View is so hilarious.

Well, yeah, but my problem tonight isn't so much the net(although I hate how quiet it gets on the weekends) but how easy it makes getting to celebrity gossip and other things that generally fill me with shame. In the immortal words of Danny Glover. "I'm getting too old for this shit."

I saw very terrible comedy. It hurt me.

A ten minute routine on camel toe.

I saw very terrible comedy. It hurt me. A ten minute routine on camel toe.

Huh. That's... an achievement of sorts, I guess. I don't think I could manage a ten minute routine on camel toe.

What comedy, Allyson?

I cannot sleep. Just read a YA book about desegregation in New Orleans. Very much a spinach book.

I went to a comedy thing in Studio City.

There was one twenty year old kid who's gonna be a rock star. Great timing, lovely routine. Wee baby comic.

But then there was slimy camel toe guy whose entire thing consisted of the camel toe and how awesome it is to have a sore dick from getting laid so much.

I was like, "am i a crusty old feminist, or is this really this lame?"

I voted for lame.