OUT THERE IN THE REAL WORLD...
Late last night, sitting up with a restless, bilious Reuben, I checked out a couple of weblog communities, just to see what got writ & how outside the Salon city walls. I did this once before when digital dimness on my part compounded by RadioUserland's skittish temperament briefly cast me into outer darkness. But during that time I was looking for alternative hosting & I only glanced at the various weblogs on board. This time, an hour later, older, sadder & a little wiser, I slipped between the sheets with a copy of Dr. Johnson's celebrated dictionary just to restore some sense of a language rich, vital & varied.
It would be harsh & a little sanctimonious to characterise what I read overall simply as the flabby witterings of people with too much time on their hands. So many of the postings clearly emerged from a real, even urgent need to communicate. So many of them clearly represented a sort of deliverance into a medium of communication that was, for them, negotiable after the failure of the conventional media of school & workplace.
But some were authentically awful, crass beyond the reach of parody. I quote three to illustrate how very much stranger (& grimmer) truth is than fiction.
This first is just a fragment of a weblog, which, by the time I finally arrived at yesterday's entry, had all but caused me to lose the will to live.
'I suppose I'd better think of something else to say, it is still boiling and not much has happened so it might be a struggle.
I was watching a film last night, it was pretty rubbish but I watched a bit of it. I went to bed though because it was pretty late. I was just thinking that there are loads of films that I have just turned on and watched until it was time for bed. Some of them are quite good but I hardly ever see the end. Also there are films you just see the end of. Actually that isn't very interesting, sorry'.
Next, hormone hell.
'WHAT A BITCH
Why does Ms. Perry Keep at it, what did I ever do to her. I swear, she just doesn't let up. I wanna quit summer school, but quiting leads to more quiting.
KARNAGE IS AN OKAY GUY
okay, so he is an okay guy, I talked with him and he seems kool as shit. But here is the fact, I still don't like em. But I look forward to getting to know him'. (Comment on my Journal / send to a friend...) Karnage, pack a small bag & leave the country immediately...
The more chilling, this one, for being a tad more articulate than the preceding extracts.
'The following is a personal internet ad by convicted child murderer, Susan Smith who drowned her two children a few years ago. She is serving life in prison. She paid $40.00 for the web ad, tax payer money that she earned in prison. It could have been money earned getting screwed by at least two or more prison guards. At least two guards have been suspended for having sex with the convicted killer. The sick part is that she has received thousands of replies already.
This is her sick ad:
I am 31 years old. My birthday is September 26. I am looking to meet new people and, hopefully, become friends. During my spare time, I enjoy reading, working puzzles, and writing. I love rainbows, Mickey Mouse, the beach, the mountains, and waterfalls. My favorite color is navy blue and my favorite flower is the daisy. I am a Christian and I enjoy attending church. I consider myself to be sensitive, caring, and kind-hearted. I'm currently serving a life sentence on the charge of murder. I have grown and matured a lot since my incarceration, but I will always hurt for the pain I've caused so many, especially my children. I hope to receive letters from those who are not judgmental and who are sincere. I look forward to hearing from new people and, hopefully, finding new friends. May God bless each one of you!
I did not really want to post the entire ad but everyone must read its entirely to see a evil person at work. Our justice system leaves a lot to desired. She is living and her two children are dead. The internet has provided yet another negative use of its potential to people who don't deserve a last drink of water. ROT IN HELL AND TURN THE MICROWAVE UP ALL THE WAY, BITCH'.
1:21:30 AM 
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