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Ah, but I know your TRUE IDENTITY! Mwah ha ha ha ha!

I demand you tweet each and every time you masturbate. I want to compare rates.

You're so -modern- about this. No love for the highly reliable p#mail? In all honesty, I'm rarely there anymore, myself.

-M.

You sure do know how to smack a dog on the fingers, don't you! Modernity is indeed the trap I've fallen into; if it doesn't aggregate, integrate, resonate and coagulate I'm likely simply to miss it!

There are some truly wondrous tools evoling, though. I know they're flighty, they're likely to evaporate sooner rather than later, replaced constantly by the New Thing - but that's magnificent. Ultimately they're all about people talking, and the tools simply allow people to more effectively intersect with people they care about on topics of interest with ever decreasing investments of time and energy.

Also: how are you? :)

C'mon, you know me well enough to know I'll poke at the one hole in the midst of all of the coolness. :D I've got nothing against the constant evolution of communication. I'm just old enough now to start thinking 'back when this all started' along with 'this is neat shit, right here.' I guess that's what a little time under my belt is providing : a better concept of the long view. I'd be a liar if I said I universally eschewed new technology and methodology. I'm just picky.

Things are pretty well, all in all. I'll scoot you a more in-depth catchup at some point this week. How the hell are -you-? :D

-M. (pre-ordered and everything)

Your patronage is appreciated on many levels, as always - I hope to thrill and amaze you. Domo!

I am faaabulous. I feel like a student again. So little sleep, so much excitement, such a Vulcan detachment from my daily grind which nevertheless can't prevent some of my Summer Passion from seeping into my Day Job despite my efforts to be *exactly* above average...

Have you seen wave.google.com? What struck me as interesting about it, and setting it somewhat apart from simply the 'next big thing' as Twitter was, is the perspective of the designers. Their starting point was 'What would e-mail look like if invented today?' Rather than *merely* evolving existing (and ancient) technologies; e-mail by now being a 40-year-old protocol dreamt up by Clarke or Asimov, as the legend goes - they took a much more insightful view. What should it do, in order to meet our evident desires?

Not available yet, but showing great promise, especially since Google plans to license it as an open, free protoco. There are summarized versions of the demo talk on YouTube, too :)

Does look as if you are pushing a bit hard there. ;p

I stand aloof and immune, as I don't go near most of those places and am even seriously thinking of dropping twitter. If you really seek to be an ephemeral "star" then that's probably one way to do it. However, it may garner you more notoriety than actual popularity.

Oh, you're not wrong with the first - I don't feel it'd be very gentlemanly to be stealthy about my aim. Plus, the sun's coming out, the summer approaches, and my blood boils with a desire to have little adventures and play games - even if only in the digital realm, on my iPhone while at work. As long as it's with *other people*.

You know where I stand on that, hoss :)

I love conversation, and this is as much an unsubtle attempt to spread my thought capital so as to hawk my wares and feed my ego, as it is a genuine desire to see what's out there, what kind of people are talking, what I can learn and contribute. In my defense, I select my targets with some degree of morality - those who've expressed an interest in me or my goods before are the first to receive my crosshairs :)

And sure, much of the chatter on Twatter and the quizzing on Facebook is all dust and air - but so is much of regular conversation. We greet each other with 'How are you?" - and most of the time that's a vapid, empty query that serves no purpose other than to springboard some vapid, empty mouth-flapping which nevertheless bolsters our mood and makes us feel better-connected.

Grant me my little idiosyncracies, mister horse? Pweeeaze? :)

Oh, your idiosyncrasies are certainly yours and I'm not trying to take them away. After all, what would I do with them anyway?

Given your astonishing variety of skills, talents and crafts, I can take no risks where you're concerned. You might take them and turn them into a pipe or a cake or a rocking chair or fifteen minutes of music!

...all of which, admittedly, would be super-cool and well-worth the admission fee of a few idiosyncrasies, now I think of it.

Would that I actually had such wizardish superpowers. I'd take vow to use them only for good, of course...

I can't imagine that vow would last long in the face of such awesome power. I picture you standing atop a craggy peak, lab coat billowing in the gale, limned by endless lightning as you roar your triumph to the cowering world beneath you, ushering in a new era of untold wonder... :)

They don't make lab coats to fit equines. I'll settle for steam punk goggles.

You see? It's already started.

I'm building a vault for my idiosyncrasies now. You can't have them.

LOL! If it's started, you have no one to blame but yourself.

Oh dear, I'm afraid I feel a story coming on now, and it's your fault.

You should know that I take no responsibility for the fruits of others' minds - I have no qualms about taking credit, though. Does that help? :)

Not particularly.

I've actually visited the idea of "superhorse" on poor Menander already. This calls for something different...

Never have so many people who have so little to say said so much.

Never say never, says I :)