the internets are my home

the internets tell me jokes, in-jokes that i get.

the internets tell me how to do things, things that i want to do.

the internets provide goods and services for me, things that i need.

i'd be guilty of boringness if i were to say that The Internets Changed Everything FOREVAR. so i won't say it. but it's true. and i lucked out to hit the ground running and get my roots in relatively early, so that when people talk about the Evil Bit or BGP or setting up MT to make a blog, i have some vague idea of what they're talking about, if not honest to graud expertise.

you see, teh internets are my home.

the internets are a place where i can find countless people who will laugh with me when i drive by teh market (i know where it is, too!). the internets Get Me because I Get Teh Internets.

i was never a /b/tard but i get it. i get it because i ran a harrasser bot on efnet, back in the day, stirring up shit and taking over lamer channels. i was a /b/tard before there were /b/tards. i closed the pool before the pool was on teh map.

i love ronald jenkees and can't stop talking about him because he's the internet. he's got talent, but that talent is a talent that likely would have gone unnoticed without the internets. he took advantage of youtube, in a time when dorks are cool (because dorks understand teh inernets) and turned himself into a celebrity. and he did it with slightly cheesy but very genuine, raw music that reminds anyone who was there of the demo scene.

the internets, in the last two weeks, though they've been sparse at times, have reconnected me with my best friend (and worst enemy) from high school. the internets have shown me how people i used to know turned out differently from how i expected.

i was wondering the other day what i'd be up to without the internets. my hobbies and interests now are largely non-internets related, on the surface. for example, smoking meats, roasting coffee, cycling, lifting weights. all these existed long before teh internets, and none of them require the internets for their enjoyment.

and yet, were it not for the internets, i'd be doing none of these things.

i have a grill and a smoker 100% because i came across this site and got excited about having barbecued ribs.

i roast coffee because thom's enthusiasm and salesmanship rousted me into action. the internets are the source for information on home roasting, home espresso making, and brewing a decent cup of joe. no book at the libary even comes close.

without the internets, i would not have found the great deal on a bike that i found. why not? because i found the shop where i got it on the recommendation of a friend. where'd i find that friend? you got it: the internets (craigslist, to be precise :D). even neglecting this, most of the gear i research on the internets, and before i was into cycling, i was into the idear of being in shape, the means to which i found largely on the internets.

my weight lifting enterprises were largely fueled by, you guessed it, teh internets. without misc.fitness.weights (quick, where would you find that? what? you're new school and have no idea? if you said "google groups", FAIL) i would not have been motivated, stayed motivated, or known whether deadlifting in a second floor apt. was a good idea. the internets taught me to and how to deadlift. if you know the first thing about me, you know that means i owe teh internets, big time.

i could go on all night listening to jenkees and blabbing about how teh internets improved my life. but instead i'll stop soon, and ponder by myself how i would have gotten by had i been born a century earlier, with the same intellect, same curiosity, same capacity -- and only my local homebodies to share it with.

the internets allowed me to indulge my disinterest in travel and still know the world. that wasn't even remotely possible in 1909. i would not have been even remotely possible in 1909.

think of how many people in 1909 could have been so much larger, had the internets been around then.

think of what a waste it will be if it's destroyed by the eternal september of people who don't get the /b/tards.