It’s time, time, time that you love…

You can’t buy an oubliette on Ebay.
I checked. You can buy some related Magic the Gathering cards, books, and CDs, but an actual place of forgetting is tough to come by.
I know you hadn’t heard from me in quite some time. You probably forgot about me, hoping I’d crawled into a convenient nearby hole and died, clutching a whiskey bottle in the sullen dark. That’s not what happened. You see, I’m on the internet, baby.

The internet tends not to forget things. Posts stick around. Pictures you put up might be available for your Great Grandchildren to peruse. Maybe…we’re not entirely sure.
Much has been said of late about how things we put up in our social network need to be examined, as they’ll haunt us for forever. People will be able to search for every comment we’ve ever made, every picture we’ve ever shared, and every “Like” we’ve ever clicked, for forever. I’m wondering which forever that is…the one that Geocities was part of? Or maybe the forever that Friendster is languishing in?
I’m not saying people shouldn’t be circumspect about what they post in their social networks online. I’ve always treated everything I post on the internet to be things said very publicly, and I always assume that people will find these things.
However, I also assume that if employers run across things such as this column, they’ll understand that this isn’t something I would write in the workplace. The vulgarity I employ here isn’t how my memos would appear. If they don’t understand that, that’s their problem, and I would likely prefer not to work for them. They should understand the stratification of our public faces. They are also humans, after all. Wait, are they hiring directors? We’ll assume not…so they’re humans.
What amuses me about the idea that everything will be available for forever is the strange idea of time that we have. The internet, as we now know it, has been around for less than 20 years. In its infancy, people posted whatever they liked to IRC rooms, and Usenet newsgroups willy-nilly. They never thought about the fact that people could find what they said at some later date.

People could go look for those things, right now. There are search tools for those newsgroups and stored IRC conversations. No one does, for two basic reasons.

First, no one really thinks to. The amount of digging required to find that crap is a lot more than a quick Google search. Our online presences tend to be pretty layered, so the major things that show up are how we conduct ourselves the majority of the time in the virtual realm. The things that float to the top are all people look at, unless they want to NOT like you. In that case, you’re screwed whether it’s on the internet or not.
Second, they’ve mostly lost relevance. The internet is not a static place. It changes, rapidly, and we change our habits with it. The search we use now is not the search we’ll use in the future. The Facebook of now is not the social network of fifteen years from now. I’m not saying that Facebook and Google will disappear, but they will change. Search will become contextualized more as we progress, and our social networking tools will update to better reflect who we want to contact and what we want to share with them.

The internet will be a different place. The old ways will be forgotten; dusty buckets of bits in the storage closet of the internet. That kid who called in sick, and posted the pic of himself dressed as a fairy at a party will be in there. So will the woman who forgot she had friended her boss and got fired for her comments about him. All that crap will be in there, mouldering. No one will care.
We’ll have all new scandals taking place, on the new Faceplace or whatever it is, where Jerry accidentally clicked the wrong button and sent pics of him making out with Jessica at the office Festivus party to his wife instead of his drinking buddies.
Watch what you post, folks. But don’t worry too much about forever. We’re too short sighted as humans to look back that far that often. Forever only catches up with us once, at the end. At that point, pics of us on the internet will be the least of our problems.

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bkI Twitter Round-up for 2010-08-27

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bkI Twitter Round-up for 2010-08-20

State of the Blog: 8-17-10

So, yeah, that was a bit of a snafu wasn’t it?

For one reason or another the database locked in a loop and tried to add about 5000 of the weekly Twitter Roundups. I’m not entirely sure why as of yet, but it may have to do with the plugins we are using and Twitter’s new authentication system.  Again, I apologize to everyone that saw those post come down their feed.

In other news:

  • Brotherhood of the Hand will be late this week as there is still a lot of fixing that needs to be done to the site
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Again, apologies and thanks for putting up with the problems over the weekend.

Brotherhood of the Hand: Chapters 13 & 14

So, yeah, I kinda, sorta neglected to drop a chapter this Tuesday, but here’s 2 chapters to make up for it. Who love you, baby?
13

Evans and I have a different ideas about food.  Not that I don’t like Taco Cabana, but it’s not really a place that I’m comfortable hanging out in.  Too many high-schoolers.

In this case it worked for us.  For one, neither Gus nor Carl were going to make a scene or get in a fight over acquiring unregistered firearms for use in armed robberies whilst in public.

And second, Kat wasn’t likely to find me here.  I really, really didn’t want to deal with her on top of dealing with children who were supposed to be my co-conspirators.  Hell, I didn’t even want to deal with any of the shit that was going on.

All I wanted to do was go home and drink myself into oblivion.  But no, I had to help out with a fucking armed robbery to keep my best friend from getting himself shot.  And what did I get as thanks?  Him and another one of my best friends getting in each others faces.

And to make everything worse, something had changed in Carl.  Whatever had gotten into his head, whatever was planted by that little fucking thief girlfriend of his, had turned him into an angry asshole that thinks that we’re a bunch of fuck-ups.

What’s a guy to do in that situation?  Over the years, through all of the friends that I’ve had and lost, all of the similar situations that have popped up, and in spite of everything that I’ve learned about human psychology, I still don’t have a good answer.

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Brotherhood of the Hand: Chapters 10, 11, & 12

Oh shit! Didn’t I say I was going to post 4 chapters this week? Well, here are 10-12, enjoy
10

The next day found us back at Casa del Gustavo, partially to help clean up, but mostly to get back to planning.  Naturally my nocturnal ass was the last to arrive.  Fortunately for everyone I was in a good mood for once.

Most of the actual pickup was done by the time I got there, but I’m more of the mule type anyways.  Heavy lifting is more my game, and there was plenty to do: two kegs, one still half full, bags of trash to haul away, furniture to move, all kinds of stuff.

One of the nice things about marijuana is that you don’t get a hangover, and I didn’t drink enough beer to actually get more than a buzz, so I was in better shape than most of the gang.

You’d think that Carl, being Irish, was genetically prepared for drinking, but no, the man gets hangovers worse than most.  Lisette was by far the worst off.  I’ll take the blame for that one.  Perhaps it wasn’t nice to make her keep yup with me whilst drinking something about 5 times stronger, but hey, what’s done is done.

Gus, having just got out of the Army was in great shape and had a lot of experience with binge drinking, so between cleanup and planning, we decided to help those less fortunate than us.

Evans, naturally, was perfectly fine and had no problem reminding everyone of that fact.

And Kat, well, I left Kat at the garage.  I did, however leave a note telling her that I would be at Gus’s and to turn on the oven.  Being the observant guy that I am, I had made up those nachos that we didn’t get to the night before and put them in the oven all prepped and ready to go as soon as she woke up.

Yeah, not the normal CT thing to do, but, hey, I think love suits me.   »Read More

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Brotherhood of the Hand: Chapter 9

9

At the time of the heist, the sign outside Chuck’s Garage hadn’t been lit for a year and a half.  I had spent a little over two years working for Chuck, Kat’s dad.  He hired me as soon as I turned 16.  He knew I was qualified cause I was over at their place so often that he would enlist me to help him work on the the family car.

Donna had gotten pregnant about a year before I started working at the garage.  She was almost 19, and wanted to marry her boyfriend.  Problem was, neither had a job, so that they couldn’t afford a place of their own.  Chuck spent the next couple of months redesigning the second floor above the garage, turning it into an apartment for himself.  He then moved out, leaving the house to the girls and his new son-in-law.

One morning in December, one of his mechanics had found the garage locked when he arrived that morning.  Figuring Chuck had forgot to set his alarm, he went up the outside staircase and knocked on the door.  When no one answered, he broke in.

Kat’s dad had apparently died of a heart attack overnight.
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