The Creeping Lurker

There are two things on my mind, now that I’ve poked again at this thing and it didn’t just power down and dismantle myself.

1. I think, now this is just speculation more than anything (and I’m a huge fan of speculating ideas before they leave my lips in an embarassing sound-sculpt), but I hate the internet. Hate it, never gleaned a fruit of nourishment from it’s ash-enriched byte heap. Now I know, from a technical standpoint, that the internet has pulled our communal laces tighter than all get out, but I realized now that I’ve sold pieces of my internal life for a CONSTANT search for ambient information and diversions. I had two distinct instances tonight:
A) Wanting to find a decent resource for writers (HA) I Stumbled through a few sites…which is apparently a terrible use of the widget. Instead of finding a good writing group to eavesdrop I ended up watching HIGH-SPEED VIDEOS OF FRUITS GETTING DEMOLISHED BY HAMMERS AND MOUSE-TRAPS! Let that phrase run through your conscious and stop a little to think if that would ever have given you anything besides an optical yeast infection.
B) I’m really into author eyeballing. I like finding a guy I’ve never read before and pluck around his web. List out his publication history; read excerpts; amazon some reviews; check his blog etc…whatever. I remember an interview from a Dragon Page Podcast with a guy named S.M. Stirling. I’ve heard the name before. I actually have his first book in his new series——————————————————–>
From where I sit at my desk (all day…) I always see the white spine of book more clearly than any of the other glossed-by-dragons
thunder claps and baudy horror rips. Finding any good reason not to write, I tried to look into his background, going onto Google Book Search to find me some good samples to chew. A wind blows through my room, and the next thing I know I’m looking up Turntable Dj’s from the Phillipines on Emusic. After that I literally just clicked through links like my index finger was in a touch tunnel until I saw a picture of some chubby geek with a bogus Indy-Jones hat and remember I was looking for a sci-fi guy. Whatever….internet did its just job I guess.

I don’t intentionally think the internet is terrible. Maybe they should have a finishing school or something. With online courses.

2. Does anyone else feel the hype of reading a hugely well known book? Or ANY book with a cultural reputation? It’s a strange feeling alright. Feels like the world’s looking over your shoulder and waiting for you to agree. It’s kinda the reason I’ve never read Harry Potter. What if I hate it? What I love it for some steampunk varient that no one else gets unless they cross their eyes from 3-feet away? Fearful that I‘ll be tastless and a poor sport for the business of publising. I rather remain uninitiated. I personally LOVE reading books no one has heard about from a digest or a EW. Makes me feel like I found a magical pinecone amidst a pre-pulped forest.

Pssssss….Hey everyone…..I’m reading a book with no slug line reviews! Hands in the air! Weeeeee!
Although I knew that I need to bring a pack to My reading of Lord of the Rings.

~ by Domingd on July 1, 2008.