Forgive me father (and indeed mother) for I have waffled. It’s been eight years, six months and one week since my first blog post and despite my best intentions I have used foul and blasphemous language on several occasions…
Eight and a half years, that’s a fuckload of time!
…furthermore I have rarely had much of any substance to say and have mostly relied on word prompts, tricks and a bunch of other stuff to get by.
Sad but true…but it perhaps needs a little more context and explanation around why it matters.
Another fractured evening. Broken down into the twenty six minutes that remain.
Fucking addiction. God knows why I need it.
I spy with my little eye something beginning with…
How’s that going to work? You’re stuck in traffic all alone, dimwit. You need at least one additional person for a satisfactory game of I-Spy. Preferably someone older than two unless you want another round of I spy with my little eye something beginning with…tree. At least five year olds make it interesting by spying things you can’t actually see.
“No dad! You can’t see chlorine when we’re swimming.”
So here’s the thing.
I’ve got ninety-nine wonderful followers of this blog.
…I’d like to get one more.
There I’ve said it.
I’ve admitted to you all that I am nothing but a shameless approval-seeking dopamine fiend, and frankly I’m absolutely fine with it. I even went to the trouble of referencing a well known pop song with my header photo.
Just imagine the other 88 balloons are there, don’t be so bloody picky.
A friend of mine shared an article on social media earlier today highlighting the growing phenomenon of death by cellphone. It seems that globally, talking on cellphones while driving is being replaced as the hobby of choice by the million-times-more-crazy-deadly texting and messaging on cellphones while driving.
Global society is trending towards increasingly impersonal modes of communication. FaceTime, Skype and the like may have increased the access for face to face communication but it pales into insignificance when you weigh it up against the volume of communications conducted solely via a keyboard. Why call when you can send an email? Why email when you can send a WhatsApp? Why stand behind a reasoned and logical argument when you can hide in the shadows and cause a shitstorm on Twitter?