When I first started using the Internet, back when we had to walk 15 miles in the snow and it was uphill both ways…wait…
When I first started using the Internet, back when your connection was established by a bleeping screeching blip, I always had high expectations for this technology.
The first thing I can remember about anything pertaining to a computer is dot matrix printing. Along with this territory came sloppy edges on paper and in the not-so-distant-future, book reports for Hatchet. Some more of the dust settles and I recall another vital line of command prompt c:\games\oregon trail.
This game was not just fun to play, it also offered me insight that had potential to become useful. 
Hurry up and shoot the damn bear, especially if it is very hot, and Tommy has dysentery.
Or more importantly:
If you attempt to forge the river, your castrated bull is going to drown; most likely, because you cut his balls off.
After Oregon Trail, and a few half-assed attempts at Flight Simulator games, I gave up on the PC Gaming world.
Anything in life can become a playground for the imaginative. Music, art, engineering, politics, virtually anything you can think of is a result of someones imagination. So without argument, not only is Google a playground for the imaginative, Google is a net-centric power plant.
Every once-in-awhile, advocates claim that Google is harvesting too much personal data.
Big deal, so 65.81.72.6 or *********@gmail.com searches for:
- Best deal on K-Cup packs
- Movies in Daphne, AL
- PhoneZoo
- directions from pittsburgh, pa to daphne, al
- env3 scrabble
- duration based on quantity/productivity
- P6 Tips and Tricks
OK, so I forfeit some of my privacy to Google, who in turn provides me with:
- Custom Search
- Torrents, nuff said.
- Maps
- Driving Directions
- Public Transportation
- Walking
- Street View
- Documents
- Virtual File Cabinet
- Health
- Claim Record Management
- Calendar
- Anytime, Anywhere.
For every privacy advocate that cries foul when Google remembers what you search for, I unconditionally thank them, and love it. Learn how to adjust your privacy settings, whether it is Facebook, MySpace, Skype, or Google.
No business is perfect, but I will support anyone and anything willing to make life more net-centric and less desktop-centric.
Fifteen years ago, the awkward alien squawking modem mating call was annoying. Today it is my new ring-tone.
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