Saturday 27 August 2011

I like the smell of burning turf, and today "Gooch"(Mr.E's Allias) made me think about "Anonymous"

Right so as my extra-long-lasting-toast burns a little more -  so I will have the pleasure of scraping it off because I was nice enough to stay and talk to "Gooch" before he embarks on his 6am journey to France - I'm going to sit here in optimum pleasure as I absorb and encapsulate the aroma of burning Irish turf. Yeah, it's a little strange having a fire on this time of year, but when you can touch your nose and it feels cold and shiny, the fire can help take the edge off feeling like your nose has just been buffed by a Chinese deco-nail fiend. All shit aside, Gooch also taught me a valuable lesson about the importance of secret-internet-nerd-intellegence-societies. I learnt how even guys who like to wear Guy Fawkes masks "anonymously"(in their spare time of course) can try to make a difference with their cyber-protesting about Scientology and what they think about it. I mean don't get me wrong, I have nothing against a person's own beliefs, and when it comes to religion, I like to stay off the sensitive subject because of its many different outlooks and sentiments, but I have to admit that after some Wiki research, I was pretty astounded  - really and truly, there is a lot out there in cyber-space that nobody knows about, nor understands. Forget about landing on Mars for now, for in the future, the internet could be (in the words of Hamlet) "the undiscovered country, from whose bourn, no traveller returns".

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