Daryl accused me of being a robot because I tend to write a helluva lot about web/tech topics. So much so that I seem cyborgian. Well, yeah, I guess that’s accurate given that 99% of his interactions with me occur online (that’s the nature of Work Two Dot Faux). But then, I tend not to really make a distinction between my so-called online life and the one I carry on in the meatspace as a not-so-mild mannered dimwit chucklehead.
As I like to say of my web-based alcoholic and self-destructive blogger persona: “I’m not an alcoholic, self-destructive blogger. I just play one on the interweb.”
Anyway, whatever the hell that means, Daryl’s got a point. I’ve gotta start showing the connection between all this web goopiness and what I’m trying to do in the real, (like Tracy Bonham said).
So if I have my way, I’ll be helping to build out a worldwide network of Coworking venues, holding international microevents that cost nothing, waging a war on intellectual property rights and its follow-on intellectual police state and now, add to that list… taking on the debacle that is the American transit system. Or something.
When do I find time to sleep you might ask? Well, when you’re a robot, you don’t need to sleep. So I guess Daryl was right after all.
More to follow my dear four readers…. we’s all jes gettin’ stahted.