Does anyone remember, way back when, more than likely before most of our readers’ time, when the internet was a place of technological intelligence?  Hell, remember the days before the internet?  Amber and black terminals, analog couplers, dial in bulletin board systems.  The days of door games, when text files were considered “warez”, and hacking had a little bit of respect behind the term?  Ah, those were the days.  When it took a truly intelligent person to get “online”.  Now days anything with a credit card and an affliction to further spread their stupidity through-out the world can get online and act as if they invented the computer themselves.  Tools have been made to allow people to track down the most intimate details about a human being, whenever they want. 

Then again, most of these tools are being developed by arm chair programmers, half assed script kiddies… and out-sourced rag-heads.  No skill is involved in anything these days.  No training, not countless hours behind a screen perfecting ones technological talents.  Just point, click, and bam; you’re an idiot.  I suppose the great thing about these tools that are being made is that well, they are about as useful as an asshole on an elbow.  Now before I get on a tirade here and waste all my linguistic genius on a half-post.  ( Yes, I will be making one later.  Maybe more than one. ), allow me to show you the future of the internet as we know it.  This of course, coming from the same group of scags that I have been amusing myself with the last few days;

The following are bits and pieces of a conversation on a forum I was directed to today. First is someone named “Vicsarina”.  ( Who looks a bit like Miss Piggy with bad teeth. );

This information IS available on the net, thank you WHOIS etc...”

Ok, seems innocent enough, she got “my information” from a domain of mine, lets continue.  The next one if from Cunty…I mean SoupyGeorge;

I am so calling that mf”

Now apparently she didn’t get the joke here.  ( The one about the difference in age between MySpace and Live Journal )  Which, I’m not really surprised about in all honesty being that she called me a “fag” after calling me immature.  Slightly pot calling the kettle black yes?

The most amusing part is that… while that is in fact my name… I feel very sorry for the “mf” she called… being that I more than likely came up with that phone number off the top of my head, and haven’t lived in Ontario for say… 8 years?

Nice digging there kid, maybe next time you could at least get the Florida information…

Which is about as accurate as the Ontario information.

-shakes head-

Idiots.

More to come later! Depending on how drunk I get, and how lazy I become.