Or so it has been said. I don't really look at sites other than my own unless it's something to read in my RSS feed, or on Digg, but Walt forwarded me a link to some Geauga Lake fan site where apparently me, Walt and Dick Kinzel are all sleeping together and party with Satan. It's all pretty hilarious.
This one kid (I shouldn't assume he's a kid, since there are plenty of really screwed up adults too), thinks that I had it out for him or that I was worried about his site competing with mine or something. He used some acronym for it that I can't even make into something remotely familiar. The guy said Kinzel reads the forums and hates the negativity. I suggested to Walt that someone should tell him Kinzel has his e-mail printed on paper by his secretary, but Walt said it probably wouldn't make a difference.
Clearly the guy puts a lot of weight in his online life, which is fine for him I suppose, but that's not how everyone rolls. The real world, where human beings interact face to face, is still the one where most people exist. I mean, my day job is all about what goes on electronically, but when I finally leave it, do you think I'll remember the code or the people I work with? That guy isn't even a blip on my radar, but the words in a discussion forum are apparently his reality.
Culturally we're in a strange limbo, at least among people under 40. More and more people, it seems, spend a huge amount of time worrying about how many friends they have on MySpace, how many Twitters they watch and having IM available to them 24/7. I don't get that. I personally want less of that, not more! There's something to be said for face to face conversation, having a beer with someone, hanging out around a campfire, having sex, etc. Even solo interaction with the environment is more rewarding, whether it's reading on your deck or seeing the sunset on the Pacific ocean.
The whole thing reminds me of Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, where the duo travels around the country beating up people who think they suck. That's some hilarious commentary on the way things are. "You are the ball lickers!" 
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to plot out who I'm going to hate next.