Should you fester a feeling to foster another Dot Com visit, perhaps you should review all those left in the detritus of our minds. You know the ones, driving along reading a Bill Board, or the side of a white panel van, or perhaps you heard it on the radio. Cuzin’ the Lord knows we aren’t talking on our cell phones any longer.
We have been unplugged. Neanderthalized. Petro-glyphed. Typewriter smashinged. Downgraded, out-sourced, and minimalised. Wrought asunder. Become the space between a stalagmite and a stalactite, bottom to top as it were. With no place to peregrinate. Our minds are slush funds of places we haven’t been, either ethereally or materially. Why don't we have huge screens in our cars? Not little ones which takes our attention away from driving because we need to focus on some piddley little screen to find a number or read and type emails on.
What we need is the totality of our dashboards to be a digital wipe board. Totally soft. We can wipe-off and push-to-the-side our Speedo and Tach, then pull up full size movies with no string attached. No need to squint and peer at some little infantile screen for our most recent E correspondence. We can see it in huge black and white letters the size of our wallet. One quick glance as we are performing our shoulder check.
The masses are uprising and revolting against the pseudo-scientific community. What about coffee? When will the ban affect the Hockey threshold drinking public and force their hand in a head-to-head poker game between big government and big business? Who will force the hand of the other economic engine? Internally combusting along the road to destruction?
We know in our heart of hearts that the Timmy generation will pull over the steam-engine of compliance. We let them have our phones, who will let them have Berlin?
Will the senility of Leonard drip and percolate through our senses?
Go and see if you can find the answer.
http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid16406059001?bclid=1811167215&bctid=5240467001
Or my favourite.
http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid16406059001?bclid=1811167215&bctid=5240458001
and the S*&^ head will know my fav’ part of that flic. Definitely go full screen. One of the few where our guy emotes.
http://video.yahoo.com/watch/2038320/v2168082
I am in a state of stupefaction about how many I have actually forgotten. Dots on the Com River of information passing under the bridge on the Information Super Highway. I say it once a day at least, “Wow that sounds like a great web site, I gotta go there after work.” Never go. Another ebb tide washes away my reminder like a grain of sand.
Not one mention of my site. You are here.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, first of the coterie of York, Son
of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman
to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler.
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