Tuesday, July 24, 2012

The infinite knot of aboutness and my ebong hair

I spent the weekend in Hong Kong, mainlining dim sum and Picasso, just about dodging Typhoon Vicente and barely even looking at the  wondrous interwwwebblynets, so it was something of a surprise when I got back home and found that I was suddenly part of a Facebook group called Bloggers. Maybe this is what the future looks like, one bit of social media talking about another, Tweeting about a LinkedIn group for MySpace diehards, taking to Weibo to ask to what extent your Klout score is affected by your activities on Pinterest, Instagramming your LibraryThing profile page and posting the picture on Google+. And real life falls down somewhere between the cracks, where the WiFi connection isn’t so great. By the way, the picture isn’t really anything to do with all this, except that I vaguely remember I found it on Facebook and it’s now on a blog, so feel free to decide how relevant that is and scrawl your findings in magic marker on the nearest wall. And the following email that I just retrieved from my spam folder has even less to do with anything, but it may serve to fill the gap while I think of something actually worth blogging about:
Am Engr william philip.I hail from lancaster UK,I attended oxford university,where i studied marine engineering,Am 47 years old single and work as a marine engineer in the submarine section. Am elegant,vibrant,vigorous and full of life I was opporturned to glance through your page and personnality profle.You seem to be the woman of my choice.You scarlet lips,ebong hair,well biult physique charming face,sedycing eyes are of great intersest to me.In fact,your entirety commands my variety of interest
PS: And a neat line by Daphne Wayne-Bough from the aforementioned group: “Facebook is like meeting in the pub. Blogging was more like inviting people round to your house.


Vicus Scurra said...

Alright, you've caught me out. I am 48.

Annie said...

I've been looking for a man for whom I command the entirety of his interest for years.

Especially a submarinist.

Especially one with the best English name ever - William Philip is genius.

Sam said...

So we'll all meet in the pub and talk about how we used to go round each others' houses? Sounds about right.

I love to blog, but it's much more broadcasty than it used to be, it just doesn't have the same feel it used to.

Tim F said...

You wear it well, Vicus.

But will he appreciate your need to correct his spelling, Annie?

Everything's too broadcasty, Sam. I think the big conversation lasted about six months. We're all journalists, all film stars, all musicians. But if everyone's doing that, there's nobody around to read or watch or listen.