Digital Death

So I killed myself off on MySpace the other day, and it felt pretty good. Ending a 4-year digital life for no good reason was really not as empty or hollow as they make it seem on TV, and I didn't even leave a note. I'm sure Tom is crushed.

This doesn't mean I'm any closer to joining Facebook, tho. I don't know if I can handle the level of addiction that seems to create. Most people I know barely have 2 minutes a day to themselves, but somehow manage to update their Facebook status while they're flying or showering or whatever... It's like digital crack. I'm staying away for now.

But if I do join that shit, it's gonna be on full Lurker terms. I'll be on there as Captain Caveman or something, just so I can drop in and see what everyone's doing unnoticed. Oh, and to see what kinda pictures they have posted. That's the only way to properly Lurk; you gotta check the pics.

1st post, yo.

As if there wasn't already enough crap on the interwebs, i figured it's time for me to start a blog. Now, here at Lurker Alley, you'd best not expect lucid, well-formed, educational posts. More likely it'll be random rants about topics like 'The guy who uses my alley for a toilet' (more on that later), and 'What to do when the cable guy releases his breakfast burrito during a service call.' And probably other topics that are not poo-related.

But first, a definition of a Lurker: according to wikipedia, it's someone who reads a message board but never posts. I didn't know this before i picked the name. To be honest, I could care less that there are people who do that. They're pretty harmless.

In true lurker world, it's that guy who poops in your alley, then hangs out and stands around his creation for a little bit; it's the stinky dude who peers through the fence at the playground for 3 hours with a hand in his pocket. Basically, it's the creepy dirtbag that you want to spray with Raid. You've seen him. You know him. And now he has a home, here at Lurker Alley.