About
I kept an ‘online diary’ from 1994 to 2003, and then stopped when everyone and their wife got a ‘blog’. I then went a bit mental and more or less disappeared from the Internet. Now I’m back. I’m determined not to keep a blog or a diary or anything remotely like that.
After ranting about blogging, I next started to moan that ‘podcasting’ was just ‘uploading audio files to the Internet’. My (ex) girlfriend then decided to put her own podcast together, which irked me into proving my point, so I started work on the Hotel Bartone and became the very thing I had feared.
I’m dangerously close to wanting to disappear again amidst all the ‘Web 2.0′ hype. Please, just shut up.
When I’m not online, I’m usually asleep.
I’ve just described how the more this Internet thing gets me hooked, the more I loathe everything it stands for, and vice versa. I’m not sure what that means. Like a Lovecraftian victim, I’m slowly being driven mad by my obsession.
