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March 2001
Disaster is all around. Mountains of animals lie on smoldering pyres as part of a medieval attempt to arrest the wild proliferation of Foot and Mouth disease from spreading across the European land mass. The global financial markets are in turmoil, heralding economic uncertainty and potential widespread social and political instability. Iamsad.co.uk is temporarily forced off the air because some humourless dick-head objects to being featured and threatens to sue. And I forget to adjust my watch today, the first day of British Summer Time apparently, and the bar is about to close.
"But the bar never closes in Cyberspace", I hear you cry. Well, in case it hasn't already dawned on you, there is no such thing as Cyberspace, only disk space, where data lives, and real space where we all live. The adoption of the word Cyberspace is a classic example of the socially inept binary biting nerd class desperately trying to disguise the rather dull reality of computer programming. The Internet or World Wide Web, as a form of media, interactive or otherwise, is preposterously overrated. Sure, halitosis ridden adolescents can call themselves Shirley and turn themselves on talking dirty to Susan, an all-in wrestler from Croyden masquerading as a vulnerable 'net newbie', but so what? It's still sad. And yet here we are - you reading this and me writing it, which must mean that you're sad and I'm sad. Hence this web site.
Not convinced? Still feel part of a great liberating revolution? Well stick around and I'll show you one or two sites that just might convince you otherwise. Like the personal web site of Paul Scott, http://homepages.tcp.co.uk/~pscott/, one of my all time favourite sad sites exhibiting all the classic features of the digitally dilluded: sections entitled 'About Me' and 'My Poetry', graphics that must have been a Christmas present from Granny, a 'hit-counter' to give you that 'Wow - I'm the only person who's ever seen this' feeling, the inescapable 'This site is still under construction' statement, and a cheesy MID background tune guaranteed to make you close your browser, even in the unlikely event that you happen upon some content you find interesting.
The bar's now shut. More soon.
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