Come The Revolution

Even since I began this blog the Internet's gotten larger and weirder. Funny videos and social networking are fun, but let's not forget the basics: stealing music, downloading pornography and reading/writing unpublishable opinion pieces (blush). My generation's already dead by information overload coupled with skin-deep comprehension, and I would fear for the future if I cared what kind of world my grandchildren will live in. I'm 24 or 25 (I honestly can't remember) but I already feel like a relic of a distant age.

Enough of that. Someone once posted a comment here, "shut up and get in line like the rest of us." I have shut up, like literally blocked off the neural currents that make me bitter about the world, except when I post here. The reason is that I am biding my time until the revolution. I predict in a decade's time a growing neo-luddite movement of which I will be the Trotsky, in the sense that I will be swiftly shunted aside and killed by ice-pick.

See: "Come the Revolution" by Julian Cope