I keep my promises

Well, it seems that I am being hounded to write this, so I suppose I will. Apparently some people are so desperate for content on other peoples lives, they actually feel betrayed when a new promised blog post does not arrive. This is an interesting thought, if one thinks about where society is going nowadays, with social networking and such. Everyone is so interconnected and everyone's lives are so intertwined digitally, we get start feeling a little bit of withdrawal if we don't get another hit of promised digital information. And while most of us would say: "Hold on! Not true. I don't need to update my status or check my newsfeed, or read my email, or browse my rss reader all the time. I am totally in control, I don't need all this information." And all that is missing from that internal monologue is the hallow eyes, a slight crack in ones voice, a little nervous twitch, and a promise that "I could stop whenever I want." Of course, the technology is a drug metaphor is pretty much wore out, considering people have been saying that since the 80's, when Ataris were pretty much equated to crack cocaine in the eyes of most people.

 "Hey man, whatcha want? I got good stuff. Pole Position, Space Invaders, Centipede?"

However, a quick google image search for a picture to put on this post reveals that searching for "addict" brings up 4 political cartoons for America and oil, 6 movie posters for a documentary about dealers, and a dozen pictures of people pretending to shoot up for a moody picture on deviantart, and 20 PICTURES ABOUT PEOPLE ADDICTED TO COMPUTERS AND TECHNOLOGY. Oh, and one picture of a guy who attached like 200 lollipops to his almost totally naked body. (Trust me on this one, don't go looking for this picture, I had to take like 20 minutes flushing my eyes out with water, 3 showers, and a good chunk of my evening sitting in a corner crying before I could make myself feel clean enough again to come back and finish writing this post).

You know its sad when people say addiction and the internet goes "What do we think of first? Oh, you know, its a toss-up between heroin and youtube...and the lollipop guy... you know, probably the lollipop guy."

But I am a man of my word, and I keep my promises. So another blog post is delivered. And the wonderful thing? I originally had something entirely different planned out. Turns out complaining about finicky readers, doing hasty slipshod research, assuming everything I print is right, and then finally throwing up some random, only vaguely related pictures can in fact be called quality content. All I have to do is slap up a decent title, and I can call it a day. Now I know what it feels like to work for a newspaper...

Me and President Truman have only one thing to say:...BURRRNN!

So, I do promise that I will keep the blog post coming, and once I do something more interesting than eat steak, I promise I will post it up write away. Although, it was a really good steak... Maybe that will be my next post.