Thursday, November 23, 2006

Piss Poor Politics : Dodgy Devils.

With twenty minutes of power left in the laptop, Donna Hensley as my new boss, a tube of pringles in one hand and an ash tray breath to get into bed with, I'm inspired to punch out a few words on my way into dream land.

It's National LearnScope week and all flights have eluded Rome and ended up in Hobart. Tommorow after breakfast I'm destined to smile sweetly and endure Marcus Ragus schmooz m-learning.

Oh what a glorius and paradoxical existence - cold empty hotel rooms, late crowded plane flights and no children to interupt my sleep. Someone the other day somewhere ( I think it was Graham Wegner ) had been rambling on about communities and how he was still struggling to connect with those who seemingly had one in the virtual world of Bloggerdom. How wierd. It would appear that it was all a hive of clerical activity. How many hyperlinks can you co-join and say that your not feeling included, wanted and read by ?

It really amazes me that with a zillion net-buddies on the run that we can still feel lonely. Are we not connecting or something ? Erkkk......do people still have sex these days and actually .....erkkkkk....do it physically ?

Sitting with Frankie Forsyth and Robby Weatherley tonight I'm still amazed at the lack of ( perhaps oppourtunity for ) understanding of virtual worlds, electronic human inter-mediation and the avatarian self. Not that they are not exposed to this discourse rather resistant to it's lure. Like me. Sceptic. Perhaps digitally diametrically asceptic.

You wont find me tagging much on anything to do with Janison but I sure as hell know that the SL card is creeping into a few loungerooms and that a few of my 'community' are more than a bit quiet of late. There's no groupies and networks in this little cold hearted neck of the woods.

There's something to be said about pubs that sell chilled champagne and encourage their male patrons to piss against one way glass facing their female counterparts in convict hewn courtyards.

Oi oi ! Strengthen that yardarm me hearties ! Oh for some god damned sanity amongst it all.