http://www.news.scotsman.com/index.cfm?id=887222003http://www.diddly.com/random/ Wed 13 Aug 2003
Stewart Kirkpatrick
skirkpatrick at scotsman dot com
If you want to appear like you’re at the cutting edge of net culture but can’t be bothered to spend hours online, then never fear. www.Scotsman.com ’s pathetic team of geeks, freaks and gimps will do the hard work for you. While you sip wine, read a book or engage in normal social interaction, they will burn out their retinas staring at badly designed web pages and dodge creeps in chatrooms to prepare for you: Scotsman.com’s lazy guide to net culture.
When widespread interest in the internet first took off there was much excitement about oppressed minorities having a worldwide voice.By the power of technology they would be able to thwart despotic regimes by telling the world about their plight.
Despite Western companies selling said despotic regimes software to block such "inappropriate" activity, minorities have indeed been able to use the internet to their advantage in this way.However, there was one small section of the population who made the most of the opportunity and gained worldwide exposure: people who thought we gave a monkeys what their cats looked like.
Long before weblogs became so tediously fashionable, companies like Geocities gave ordinary people the chance to create their own websites. And given this unique chance to exchange ideas with human beings across the planet, to join hands across cyberspace, to unite our species in a shared arena of expression a frighteningly large proportion of us couldn't think of anything better to post than pictures of our pets.
It's this kind of thing that makes me think it's only a matter of time before an alien civilisation wipes us out in the name of good taste.Blogging (keeping an online journal) has kept the cursed cat cult alive. If you do a search on Google for "blog" and "my cat" you get 20,000 results.
Is that the mother ship I hear in the skies above us?
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