So in times past people like us, or me, and I guess you, would lead lives of quiet desperation and then we would die. After we died, in times past, or rather people like us, or me or maybe you; our friends and relatives would remember us for awhile, what we looked like, the way we talked, what we thought....and stuff like that, for awhile. And then over time the memories would fade and grow dim and we would loose our presence. Eventually those that remembered us would have the same thing happen to them and they would also be forgotten and, of course, their memories of us would die with them. And we would finally be irretrievably gone. Unless we wrote a book or got famous like Soupy Sales or something like that. And we would be gone, gone gone, and gone. But now, thank you to the internet, our digital persona will live on forever on the hard drives and data banks of the world. Even now we exist in multiple places and time zones throughout the electrosphere. I am here, I am there. I am on your screen, and yours, and maybe even Steven Cobert's. And we will live on long after the meat has died, with our digital messages appearing like ghosts from time to time when a future person does some random search or probes deeply into the magnetic ink. And bang! There we are! So what I am saying is I did an image search today on Google looking for something related to The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers and someone's bare behind, and face, from HF showed up! Image my surprise!
oh yeah. i'm not always the smartest problem solver. duh. soooo....? (edit-i think that is just supposed to be an example. Yes?) (On second thought, maybe it's Pressed Rat? Or Birdie?)
I just yahoo searched "Lodog rules" and my bar thread popped up on the first page. http://search.yahoo.com/search;_ylt=A0oG7tuAVJBR6E4AiH9XNyoA?p=Lodog%20rules&fr2=sb-top&fr=yfp-t-900
I'm terrified to search on google or what not for anything hipforums related to me or... even some other just, real life stuff about me. Afraid of what will come up here from way back. Prolly some stuff that shouldn't be online.
I think it's a Japanese saying that says a person dies twice. The first time is the physical death and a second time when no one remembers who he was. I suppose the internet will keep reminding people of who someone was and delay that second death for a while.
you mean like that one spring break in a hotel room with half a dozen of your closest friends a bottle of tequila and a rubber chicken?
It was on page 2 on bing just searching "Lodog" at least my funniest thread is showing up. http://www.hipforums.com/newforums/showthread.php?t=433103&f=632 Check it out Interval if you want a laugh.
That's because those were not the words I used. I used different ones related to what I was thinking about at the time, but I didn't want to post them because I was afraid it would lead to a massive search by all 253,422 members at the same time and I was worried that it might shut Google down by blocking one of the inner net tubes thus leading Obama to think we were under cyber attack by Kim Jong-il.
But who will care? Every time another post is written and one more pic is posted, all the old stuff becomes just a little bit more irrelevant, and buried a little deeper in the archives. It's kind of like the small town vs. big city paradox. Walking down Main Street in a tiny town, very few people see you, but most of them care who you are. In the big city, many more people see you, but you are nearly invisible, socially.
OH SHIT!!!! I just did a Google search for Noxious Gas, I need to go into hiding....fast! Here is a brief list of the things I am being accused of; Noxious gas exposure in the outback; I'm exposing myself....in Australia? Noxious gas triggers scare in Thoothukudi; I'm scaring people in India Whitehall Families Sue Over Noxious Gas; I'm the subject of law suits Firefighters investigate noxious gas; I'm being investigated in Topeka AFGHANISTAN: 74 girl students rushed to hospital after noxious gas poisoning; I poisoned girls in Afghanistan 'Noxious Gas' Released Inside Movie Theater; I guess I made some people sick when I went to the show Ice hockey players, fans floored by noxious gas; well I do like hockey, but I guess I'll have to watch on TV from now on Passengers on 116 UK flights report noxious gas in cabin; I can't fly on any British airlines anymore Research Confirms It: Noxious Gas Worsen Asthma Symptoms in Young Children; I make children ill Noxious gas suspected in death of JHU student; I'm wanted for murder Noxious Gas Kills 3 on Cruise Ship; Intoxication of swine with noxious gas; and I get pigs drunk The list goes on and on. I think I'm gonna go into hiding now...... :hide:
:rofl: Why isn't a bad-ass like you on my friends list? :smilielol5: I should change my username to Reckless_Driving or Shoplifting. That way, if I ever do anything really bad online, it will take investigators until the end of time to follow all the worthless unrelated search results!
Imagine every man made item is a track to a person, alive or not. Like the front light on your car, the concrete of the road, the door knob, the chair you're sitting in, the screen, the keyboard ... even if things nowadays mostly are made by machines, the idea still springs from a human mind. And someone helped to build it. Take the language you use; it once was created by a (more or less) human brain, means by a living person. Tracks are everywhere. Everybody changed the world - still does - and will. Just you'll probably never know their names and faces, or who exactly made this plate, cup, spoon and fork; or the digital persona you can google if you go for it ... even if they leave their pic, phone & postal address. Everything once personal morphs into something not so personal, more universal, all the time. Then your own personal data, your information, your adventure kind of becomes meaningless on the personal level where it was created. It may become a myth, a story of some kind, tales if you want, or just information passed by many hands before it fades, with or without bang. It becomes what you believe. There may be a person who'll laugh with it or shed a tear, but we'll never know - as we are gone indeed to god knows where. Anyway what I was going to say is, I'm sure all those lost personal memories are still around in some way, stored in the universe's vast archives, and just not readable in the ways we're used to. ... just a side thought.
