Time used to be a static thing when I was born. Rambling dissertations
took up a lot of that time in school. Lectures on the nature of reality
and forums on the individual's use of perception. Static reality
got you down? Just have a paradigm shift and skew your view of the
real a tad bit. Need the insane so that you feel comfortable with
you own sanity? Just look around and take comfort in the fact that
you are really the only one who knows what is going on behind your silent
eye-lids. They don't talk at all folks. They just look at you
all the time.
But Time remained a constant. If I talked to you, then you heard
it right there. No lag, unless shouting from a mountain top, and
no pause. You had to deal with it then.
THEN ENTER TECHNOLOGY...
Now everything is on fucking pause. I want to talk to you, I have
to pull out a sword and hack my freakin way through your damned answering
machine. Voice mail is a tool of SATAN! Thanks to technology
we now have thousands of ways of dodging personal communication.
Which is good if you have a stalker after you, but sucks when you really
really got to get a hold of someone important.
Oh but what about E-Mail? The hell you say. If the person checks
it, I don't except for once a month, and if it makes it through the net
itself... Am I simply machine gunning a dead horse here people?
Answering machines. Digital secretaries. Slow loading email
accounts. Snail mail. Cellular phones with satellite backup
that still have lag time between talk and listen perts of conversations.
Video phones that show what happened a full minute before. We don't
talk face to face anymore do we. We simply send a time capsule and
hope the person sticks around long enough to pick it up.
Don't even talk about Mirc or ICQ. People type way too fucking slow.
It's just easier to pick up and old hand crank military phone and simply
YEll at that person. If you type like me, very fast thanks to years
gaming and writing, then conversations just suck. You carry about
ninety percent of the conversation while the other person struggles to
get out the sentence, DO YOU LIKE DOGS?
It is just so sad.
Beepers, digital watches, backpack transmitters, cellular mounts on bicycles,
videophones, net cafes, and the wonderful old phone.
And you wonder why people worry about the year 2000?
