Such a long time since the last post, I had to go back and check what number I was at.
Listening to podcasts of Stewart Lee moaning about twitter. My account's been dead for years now. Point is, I would share that fear, everyone knowing about you, or rather, everyone can know about you, but then I see the reality of it right here. Sure, everyone has access to what you publish on the internet, but the thing, the point, the big goddamn BUT, is, will they? Hell no. Consider people employ others to make sure they have friends and followers and likes, and think "how much effort am I making to make this stand out?" The best way to hide is probably to book a flight to Belgium, throw the ticket in a bin, steal a boat in the dead of night, row to the Outer Hebrides, and sit in a cave. The next best way is to just hang around in a huge crowd, acting normal, not attracting attention to yourself. The third is to be so ridiculous people feel the need to actively ignore you. I like to think this blog is a synthesis of the three, but that's hubris. If I haven't been clear enough yet, in the online fucking ocean, who is gonna try hunt you down, or even bump into you and pause.
It's almost a psychological necessity to be paranoid, to think you are being watched, but when it builds up too much, you just have to look at the numbers and breathe again. I am making no effort to make this at all evident. There may be a link to this on my facebook page (again, anyone I don't want to know about me isn't a friend on facebook, and who is gonna care when they see you in the physical world), but it's well hidden. After a year I remembered that the reason I wrote this was that I got a kick out the act, not the product. And it's more difficult for me to lose something that's online. And it doesn't clog up memory on my laptop. So why the hell not?
Topical/anachronistic quote of the week: "We say to pigs: Daddy, we will not be held to ransom. The people's law is lovelier than lovely.
