I want to believe.
The first time I saw the internet in action (apart from a friend talking about Lord of the Rings on a 14.4 noise box) was at an open day at Strathclyde University.

The idea is that you visit the departments, talk to the lecturers and ultimately decide if you want to waste thousands of tax payers' pounds at their institution or at another one across town.

What really happened was that they pointed at the Chemistry labs, impressive sports facilities and then directed us towards the computer labs. Fifty 17 year olds, all geeky enough to want to study science within a commutable distance from home.

"This is the internet - who likes Monty Python scripts?"

Like children with edible paint in a wedding dress shop, we didn't know where to start. Except our mate, he was straight onto the www.XFILESfansitewhatever.com.

It was amazing, there were moving graphics, official looking logos and FBI case notes. We turned the screen so no-one could see what we were witnessing, we were going covert, we were on to something.

Then he clicked on a secret logo, and entered a password...

Me: "Holy shit... like, um....how real is this.......?"

And that was the first time I felt like my Dad does now - he's always the millionth visitor, every time; he can't believe his luck.

Fuck you the internet.
( The Lurker Plenty One, Thu 22 Mar 2012, 13:10, 2 replies)

And then you pressed a button and accidentally started World War III

(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Thu 22 Mar 2012, 13:14, closed)

I like this :)

( Victor Meldrew, Thu 22 Mar 2012, 14:02, closed)