Posted on 05/26/2004 9:23:14 AM PDT by presidio9
I am a walking time bomb.
Like millions, I live deep deep deep in the digital storm, aswim in the electronic morass, irrevocable and irreversible and never to return to the ways of old because, as everyone knows, once you step foot into the rushing miasma of Net commerce and e-communication, you are imprinted onto the digital Void pretty much forever.
The Net, it washes over your life in a tidal wave of logins and passwords and cookies and AutoFill forms and account summaries and credit card numbers and semisecure Web sites, each promising on a stack of ridiculously defective Windows software that they won't sell or share your personal data, even though most of them do because otherwise how do you explain the 600 goddamn spam messages I receive every day? I'm looking at you, SBC.
I pay all my bills online. I bank online. I have accounts at probably 50 online merchants, everyone from the big boys like iTunes and Amazon and eBay and AdultDVDEmpire to scrappier shops like Teeccinno and VitaminShoppe and Blowfish.com, along with a whole plethora of e-joints I've long since forgotten about because I set up an account there once to buy a Christmas gift only to change my mind at the last minute because I found the same item for three bucks cheaper plus free shipping from some other site that I purchased from once and then completely forgot about.
It's just a matter of time before my data is exposed and the hackers and thieves and government agents come and steal my very being and my life is ruined. Right? Well, sort of.
(Excerpt) Read more at sfgate.com ...
Lucky Amazon.
And I write like I think and the wonderful bouquet of stool on the phallus and all that marvelous squishy, squeezy, dripping mung combined with the sound of laughter and moaning, and, and, and, and.....................
LOL
Someone sold Missy some gooooood sh*t this week.
I know. I get tired of these so-called 'wordsmiths' who think that they have so much 'style'. Blechh!
Marky probably bought that full-size poster of Brad Pitt to hang on the ceiling over his bed at Amazon too.
You are excellent. That about sizes the matter up.
Morford is being rather conservative today in his language.
>>>In this ass-clenched, war-torn, Bush-molested climate,
>>>paranoia thrives like a virus. The marketers may be getting
>>>aggressive, but the government is getting positively draconian.
I'm sure Morford wouldn't mind, as long as it involved snappy, well-tailored uniforms.
Note that in Morford's world, the worst possible insult is "ass-clenched". Telling.
Now he's blaming President Bush & SECDEF Rumsfeld because someone scammed his credit card. Is this the deep end yet? Are we there, Marky?
Michael Berg, meet Mark Morford. Morford, Berg. You two have much in common. It would appear everything wrong in both your lives is GWB's fault.
Enjoy your time together . . .
This "gentleman" is a waste of skin.
Miss Morford is at it again.
He made it through 13 paragraphs before bashing Bush. That's gotta be a record.
I come to Morford threads just to check out the keywords.
Bastard!
He sucked me in, I learned more about her preferences than I ever wanted to know.
But I read on, thinking, hoping, wishing, that this would be the first column of Missy's I've read that didn't turn into a rant against Bush, Rummy, etc.
Bastard has still got sand in his vagina. (and that acrylic toy ain't helping)
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