this guy looks like a serial killer to me

Hunting around for pictures in the tubes, every once in a while you come across pictures unrelated to anything that remind you of something else that nags you... or... it certainly happens to me. I'm reminded now of some things about this medium that have their very troubling aspects.

Do you know that there are services out there that will provide you with IP numbers that make it look as though you are anywhere in the world? from any service provider you want? Do you know that you can go around and pick likely subjects from the vast oceans of commenters out there and "become" them with really very little effort if you are conversant enough with how things work in the tubes? Not only can you be a Canadian and pretend to be an American, but you can be an American pretending to be a Canadian pretending to be an American from... say... Pakistan. You don't have to drive from your home near Toronto to your dad's house in the States to use his specs if you know how to make computers do your bidding. You can be a woman posing as a man, or a precocious little kid pretending to be a college professor or a rock star. You're going to have the most fun with those whose genuineness doesn't let them think such things about you, about anyone.

You can even start huge "intellectual" battles on your blog to make yourself seem popular, and relevant... not to mention the ability to relieve the pressure of pent-up animosities caused by your life-and-death urges to escape conflict by coming off as a sweetheart.

Think what a brilliant psychopath could do with his or her sleeplessness and obsessive information hunger. The agony of the inability to communicate can turn into obsessive communicating by proxy. One might sit in a room full of computers and be a different person or set of persons on each different machine. You can have any number of email accounts. You can start any number of blogs. You can rip material from any or many of the millions of them out there and create yourself a blog with any amount of "history" or "focus" you want in a stupidly short period of time.

If you've ever been an administrator of a popular blog, you can really fuck with people!

You can make up any lifestyle or story or group of them you could possibly dream up. You can be vicious, darling, a scholar, a lawyer, a logger, a waitress, a student... anyone! You can give yourself a sex life!!! [O.M.G., at laaaast!] You can indulge your dangerously unhealthy ego in a billion ways! Your native terror of exposure is both protected and juicing your system with that same first-fear-fandango of rock climbers and sky divers and bungee jumpers... and all without ever leaving home.

You can punish everyone in the world for not wanting any part of you in person, not even starting to understand you or be attracted to you or ever want to be with you unless it's the duties of kinship or childhood association enforcing your inclusion in their lives. Your stupid attachment to a construct of thin air has left you constructing ceaselessly more thin air. You are going to see in the moments before your death just precisely the size of the WASTE that has been all your energy, all your life, and realize that at any moment in that whole life you could have changed that cyclonic waste to transcendental worth.

That is the very worst of all the heinous suffering endured on planet earth, and all your energy is going toward accomplishing it for yourself.

Nice goin'....