Followers? When the hell did that happen? I was expecting some kind of e-mail notification. Guess I need to tinker with my Blogger settings. Alternatively, I can resume any number of awesome projects to this end: psychic abilities, cyborg implants, converting my consciousness into a purely digital format, existing solely on the cloud, etc. (man, I could access to all the best paid porn).
Speaking of cyborg implants, I finally watched Robocop. Yeah - I'd never seen it, even though it's a classic film that's set in the city of my birth. My conclusion after watching it is that you have to be a terrible actor - or at least a terrible Drama actor - to qualify for such a role. For more evidence to that point, I submit to you Robin Williams and Haley Joel Osment. Brent Spiner is the exception, not the rule.
Once upon a time, staying connected to others was a bit of a luxury, and relative solitude was the norm. Now, it appears things are exactly the opposite. Ultimately, I imagine we'll find ourselves in a "Minority Report"-esque world, where anyone (particularly the authorities) will be able to find us, no matter where we go or what we do. This terrifies me, mostly because that's way too close of an association to Tom Cruise than I care to entertain. I can feel my IQ dropping just thinking about it.
Signing off...with little to no penetration.
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