I am sort of late on line today.
Well, actually I was on briefly earlier but only long enough to read the news sites and to realise there was sweet fuck all going on.
Bickering and in-fighting between O'Bama, Trump and Clinton doesn't count as news – it's more of a cartoon show.
The only thing that caught my eye was that "15 million people in the UK have done a 'digital detox'".
Oh sweet fuck!
It doesn't really surprise me though. "Detox" is a favourite word with the Selfie Generation so I suppose it may as well go digital as well as everything else?
Of course the little darlings have to be on-line all the time. They have to see what their Farcebook "friends" are up to, and tweet about what they are doing every second. And they never know when that all important email might arrive? The Interweb is so all important that they must be connected every moment whether they are supposed to be at work, on a bus, or eating out in a posh restaurant. It is vital to their existence, surpassing even oxygen.
I saw a survey somewhere recently. It was about a pub somewhere that had blocked Interweb access, and readers were asked for their opinions. The comments said it all. Shock and horror! The babysitter might have an emergency was the biggest excuse [don’t pubs have house-phones any more?]. Others said in all seriousness that they might miss a vital email [since when has an email in the evening become vital?]. Yet others said they had to keep in touch with their friends [and what exactly are they going to the pub for?].
I bring my phone when I go out. Yes – my phone. I use it in case I'm going to be late home or want someone to post bail or whatever, but I never ever connect to the Interwebs. It's expensive and it can damn well wait until I get home or until the next morning or whatever. On holidays, I connect maybe once or twice but that is purely to keep an eye on the bank account. Everything else can wait.
So I did my little stint this morning and then ignored the Interweb. I was trying out a spot of programming so I was using my laptop all right but anything outside the four walls was of no interest.
Strangely enough, I didn't miss a single email. Nor did I miss a single news item. The world did not end, and the three stooges O'Bama, Trump and Clinton are still bickering. In fact I missed absolutely nothing.
Detox my arse.