Saturday, March 30, 2013
We've Reached The End Of The Internet
I think this is it. There can't be anything after. Thank gods. We've run out of things to talk about. It's time to die. No more porn. No more Grumpy Cat. No more insufferable nerd girls. No more douchey politics. No more unhinged, racist wingnuts. We're done. We must be. The naughty scamps in Vampire Weekend burned a couple of cars. People were not happy. The Saab fanboys noticed. I mean, this is...nothing. Something is done, over. On the big list of stuff this just seems more pointless than usual. It seems empty. The internets must be all done. We just don't all know it yet.
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Wow, you just don't don't like anything, do you?
ReplyDeleteVery curious to know where you got the idea for the tag "Victoria's grumpycat situation," by the way.
Thank you for the comment. In fact I do like plenty o' stuff: I like The Mekons, and I like hardtail mountain bikes with short chainstays and classic, lugged road frames like Chris Kvale's. I also like people who are creative, who are story tellers, and teachers and learners. I like beauty in all its guises.
DeleteI got the idea for that particular tag from the Tumblr of a charmingly creative young woman, and since there would be exactly zero possibility of anyone out there recognizing the source, I figured it would be a useful personal shorthand for all the unapologetic squee that the internet has offered up.
Thanks again for the comment, Victoria.