Oh, the internets. For many many months after we moved into our current housing, Ben and I were too cheap to buy the internet for our own use. (Actually, at first neither of us had a computer, but then Ben went and got his-self a laptop of his very own.) And now we use it all the time.
We both have a myspace page and Ben has two, if you count his band’s page as well. Although several months ago, I drastically reduced everything on that page of mine and only remember to check it every three-four weeks.
We both have a facebook page, although I am becoming increasingly more irritated at the very many changes and privacy options and the general facebook-is-taking-over-the-entire-world-via-the-web. If it weren’t for the easily-accessible ways to keep up with my [actual] friends, I’d be deleting that bitch in a heartbeat.
Recently I have become the last person on the planet to get a twitter account. And really, I like twitter better than facebook if only for it’s bare simplicity.
And my blogs. Oh, how I do love my many many blogs. (And I keep forgetting to add more and more to the blogroll and eventually I’ll remember to do that, okay?) I’m a blog-addict. I think it all stems from my passive nosiness. I want to know what other people are doing without having to ACTUALLY interact with them. Like a low-level spy. As a kid, everybody wanted the flying superpower, not me. I wanted to read people’s minds. But I had read enough of Amelia Bedelia to give my power a quantifier, I wanted to ability to selectively read people’s minds. And that is the beauty of the blog. A brief glimpse into someones world. I read blogs from people all over the country. Some I admire. Some I adore their wit. Some I like their brazen honesty and some I doubt we could ever be real-life friends no matter how much I enjoy reading the life they share online. And others who I would love to meet. I spent many many years as a lurker on several blogs, and eventually in late 2005 I started my own anonymous blog. But I rarely posted to it and most of what I posted could have been read by my grandmother at her little country church. Eventually, when the Rock Star and I planned on moving out of state, we figured a blog would be the easiest way for family/friends to keep up with our lives. Well, we’re still here and it looks like we’re going to be in East TN for quite awhile. But I like the blog now and I think we’ll keep it.
…boy, I chased a pretty fast rabbit there didn’t I?*
But the internets. And Us. And my obsession with blogs is surpassed by Ben’s obsession with forums. He L-O-V-E-S forums. He participates in the music-related ones, mostly ones for seven-string guitar players or … I don’t know, he’s very specific about them, though. I know that.
And YouTube. I like it quite a bit, but Ben LOVES it. He’s always up to date on the latest viral videos and whatnot. Of course, that could be attributed to his many forums as well.
And although we are part of the last generation to know a childhood without the internet; I’m curious about the generation above us. The 30s-40s group that enjoyed a life in their 20s without mass-internet availability. Because, really. How would we spend our time without it?
We don’t have our t.v. hooked up to anything but our gaming systems and our DVD player. So there’s no television for us, but I am curious about aimless time spent wandering over the world wide web and what people did before they could waste their days in such a manner.
In fact, I have a hard time remembering what we did before we had a computer and the world wide web in our house. I honestly can’t remember. I’m sure I read a lot more. And Ben probably wrote more. But, I just cannot remember what my house was like pre-internet.
*”chasing a rabbit” is a phrase I picked up from my not-mother-in-law (which is to say, Ben’s mother) about taking a conversation WAY off topic. I don’t know from whence it originated by I thoroughly enjoy the pure country-esque vibe about it.