Hello, Dear Readers...

...whoever you may be.

It's fascinating, isn't it? How technology has advanced so much and how it's affected the way we act and communicate socially. The biggest technological advancement in the past twenty years is that of communications: mobile phones, the world wide web, etc. It's affected how we communicate with other humans in ways that one could never even dream of thirty years ago, even.

Like this.

Right now I'm talking to a number of people at the same time. No doubt some of you found this blog through typing 'Jenna Jameson' in the search field, hoping for some big titty action and discovering instead only a post on her latest movie, 'Zombie Strippers', and a whole bunch of crap that you're not interested in.

You can move along.

Then there are those of you who I either know or don't know but find this site interesting or, at the very least, found my old blog interesting and occasionally log-in here in the vain hope that it will reach the same heights as my past blog did.

Sorry.

There are those of you who are reading this who are my friends, and are just curious what's been going down in Guber-town.

'Sup.

And then there are others. I know for a fact there's someone reading this right now who'd want nothing better than to beat the unholy shit out of me three ways from Sunday, disembowel me and feed my innards to Uptown rats whilst hiring mutated bovine creatures from a sadistic genetics professor for the purposes of anally rampaging me in every orifice leaving me like a pig on a spit.

Hello. How's it going? Love the new look.

And this isn't my only on-line presence. There's my MySpace (which I loathe), my Friendster (which doesn't often register in my head) and my Facebook, where I find myself spending a lot of time on. My existence is plastered all over the world wide web for all to see, different aspects of my life from as far as when I was 14 (if you search hard enough). It doesn't take much to find me or things about me on-line, you just have to know how to spell my name. Hell, even if you don't spell my name properly you'll probably find something.
This is not because I'm trying to break Jessica Alba's record of 'most google hits' (which I know I'll never achieve in a million years even if I tried) but because I use the internet for what it is: a communication tool, either for keeping in touch with friends or to pimp out anything of mine that requires pimpage.

It has, however, come to my attention, now more than ever, how even with this incredible communication tool, sometimes the message doesn't come across right. People have a way of misinterpreting things that they see on-line, reading into it too much, taking it to heart too much, making assumptions and reacting towards them.

And, quite frankly, I think it's irritating.

I can understand how, from a certain way of thinking (that I don't subscribe to), this can happen, but I also can't exactly hide how it makes me feel, nor can I hide how, even though I can understand it, I can't comprehend it. I can't see the point of it.

And I'm not exactly sure whether or not I understand what is expected of me based on this.

There have been numerous cases where people take the internet too damn seriously that have either been taken way out of proportion or just ended tragically. One of the more typical cases where the shit's been taken out of proportion that I was actually privy to was when numerous local indie musicians got into a huge 'flame war' on jamtank, dissing each other left and right to the point where shit got incredibly out of hand when the dissers and dissees (if such words exist) went looking for each other in person.

Then, of course, there's the case of Megan Meier, the girl who committed suicide because of MySpace.

I repeat with more clarity: a teenage girl killed herself because of MySpace.

The internet is just a communications tool. You can read into it all you like, make assumptions and presumptions about shit as much as you want, if that is what you choose. You can stalk someone and talk shit about them as much as you want with the internet as a cover. I have no way of stopping you.

But the shit's coming back to me in the real world, and I don't appreciate it. And I certainly won't censor myself anymore than I usually do just to calm the flames. I can't stop you from doing what you do, but believe me, what you do won't stop me from doing what I do, posting what I post and writing what I write. Please, give it a rest and take things at face value, because trust me, there's nothing sadder than Facebook/MySpace/Friendster-stalking, blog-combing or google-hunting. Open up a bittorrent and download porn like a regular human being, for God's sake. Please.

Seacrest, out.