TCB

Taking care of business.

It's what I'm not doing.

Seinfeld has is crippling my productivity. It has a choke hold on me. Half way through season 8 I'm relieved that it'll over soon, which could mean a return to my regular levels of procrastination, but at the same time I'm saddened. The show is simply too good.

But worse than Seinfeld is the internet.

I find myself aimlessly wandering through page after page of the same thing I've seen over and over again or just clicking at links that just keep leading to one thing and then another. Then when my internet goes out suddenly my world seems to go with it. My umbilical cord to the rest of the world is suddenly severed and I'm left a helpless baby wallowing in my own anger and sadness. Then when that cord is reconnected I'm crawling back into the womb of the information super highway. I mean how useful is a computer without internet? It's like an empty refrigerator.

The thing is that if I'm not in front of my computer then it's fine. I can go days, weeks, months without the internet I reckon...I don't actually know, but I'd like to think I can otherwise I'm a pathetic excuse for a human.

Or am I?

How different is having internet than from having a radio, television, newspaper, a phone, mail, or a group of friends. It's almost like a fix for a junkie of the 21st century. But in many ways the internet is to our generation as what the television or radio was to the last generation. It's not fair to be singled out for something like that in my mind. Jazz, rock and roll, comic books, and now video games and the internet. Everyone is looking for a scapegoat for their problems.

Deciding whether or not to destroy this virtual city or trying to figure out how the gang in Seinfeld is going to get themselves out of another pickle is mine. At least for now. It's just reality is so...hard.