Monday, August 11, 2008
Anybody else hate this crap?
Because online friends have asked me, I have joined a couple of the online friends communities in the past year, but I never use them. I know that they can be used "properly", and the young people are very keen on them, but for me, they are just headaches that put spam in my inbox.
With today's technology, I am on the cusp between Grumpy Old Man and Original Nerd. I was sitting at a terminal in the 1970s at my university in what would now be called a chat room. Back then, there was nobody pretending to be a fourteen year old girl, or was anyone looking for fourteen year old girls, so there wasn't much in the way of menace or controversy back. We were all nerdy college kids, and these ruses wouldn't have occurred to us. Besides, everybody was in the computer rooms at their respective schools, not at home in our bedrooms, so the question "What are you wearing?" wouldn't have had many interesting responses. I thought it remarkable enough to be typing messages to people hundreds of miles away, but I didn't yearn to continue when I left school.
On the other hand, I was addicted to the computer Star Trek and Golf back when both were text games. I also killed a lot of wumpuses, though I never ate what I killed, so their corpses must be rotting in some rarely visited corner of cyberspace. Of course, for gamer street cred, I worked at Atari. Even someone who thinks video games started when Grand Theft Auto was released still has to show me respect, and I am not above forcing some punk young kid into a little mandatory ring kissing now and then.
To summarize, for getting in touch with me, my friends and family have something called my home phone number, which the young people call "the digits". I also have gone all high tech and have three different e-mail addresses, compartmentalized for different parts of my life. My gmail address is displayed in a picture here on the blog. But getting in touch with me on Tagged or Facebook, I don't recommend it. Not a good signal to noise ratio, to use a phrase which confirms my Original Nerd bona fides.