Frustrations with anonymous internetting.

Do you know what the problem with the internet really is? Quite simply it's the information.

You see, where I come from, we have a little thing called fact-checking. This prevents us from looking like retards when we actually go out of our way to quote someone's information.

The problem is that the internet allows people to be anonymous. Look at me, RyanCoke. It's a cute play on my real name; but still, if people don't know me (obviously) I could post whatever canonical nonsense about any topic. And it would be readily available to anyone to read. Now, not to toot my own horn, but I also believe that I am smart enough to start credible rumours. All it would take is to take a semi-fact and place an out of context quote around it. Bingo! Post to digg, reddit or other crap site and then have someone read it once or twice. Upcoming stories are read and the information is disseminated amongst the masses. It doesn't have to be front page news, it just has to enter the reader's mind as an afterthought.

Now we have a problem. The largest marketing tool, information source and playground are now all polluted with mis-information.

And people wonder why I doubt what I read.

Modern Architecture and Raving.

Long time, no.. who really cares?

Yeah, yeah.. I promise to update more often... if I feel like it.

So,... most people have been getting to know me quite well.

One set of clients calls me quirky, another set calls me colourful and yet another calls me slightly off. And I've scaring the Tiki-ites something fierce too.

I have never had a problem with this. Most people find the tactless way I observe a situation rather refreshing (or so I have been told). My wife has a tendency to call me blunt as hell.

You know that little internal censor that everyone has? I believe that mine is on permanent vacation in Portugal. Yes, I say what I think. Completely what I think. No mincing about. If you are stupid, I let you know all of the myriad ways you are stupid.

So, recently I have decided to up the crazy a little bit. The lack of sleep helps (those who know me, know how easy this is for me...), and I think that it is actually helping me keep my cool when everything else around me is falling apart. The TWIN PEAKS DVD set has also helped some thing fierce as well. And Japanese game shows have been keeping me going.

An unfortunate side effect of going all out "off" is my predilection for discovering new things that I can study. Yep, that's right. Most people have breakdowns... I go ballistic with creation.

Yep, I caught the architecture bug. Building 3D models of whatever I dream up is just fun. The act of creating new things that exist and yet don't, makes my mind go all Escher-esque.

Hopefully shortly, I will be posting some of my more zany creations.

Until then, enjoy http://www.digitalblasphemy.com

This guy is just great. Need something? Let me know. I got myself a membership for this one.

A membership for the internet? Mad, I am! MAD!

Filthy downloaders!

Why Blog?

I always used to look at blogs (in)differently.

They always just seemed like your standard html pages. Tell people what your site is about and then post it to your frameset. Not a real problem. Just a site right? That is until now for me. I started to realize something. I lost the joy that comes from coding and developing new things for the web.

It is just gone.

I think that I am tired. That my imagination disappeared or went into hibernation. Perhaps I am mentally exhausted from writing the same code for years and listening to the same ideas about the same items that I have worked on for so long.

Now I need to find the joy again. Blogging seems like a way into the community that I have long held myself apart from. The internet was full of the anonymous assholes that used to play games. You know the ones that I am talking about. You play some online game against them, you start to win, they call you some vulgarity and then quit. Now don't get me wrong. Those people are still here. In spades. But Blogging, to me, gives the internet a little more personality. A little less of the anonymous crap that has ruined so many things before. It enables me to take credit for what I say and take the blame for saying things that weren't thought out fully.

Maybe telling people why I am so tired will help get this off of my chest. Maybe my mind will free up and I will be able to paint, design and code things into reality again.

It can't be gone. It still in here somewhere. I just need to find it.