«In Defense of: Obsessive internet fanboys»

frei

First time out of the vault
http://www.tvsquad.com/2006/12/15/in-defense-of-obsessive-internet-fanboys/

(...) I would like to humbly suggest one more member to the pantheon of internet greatness: the obsessive internet fanboy. (...) Before the internet, geeky collectors of kitsch and useless information were relegated to underground freak status and this was detrimental to us all. (...) Enter the internet! By providing obsessive fanboys with a comfortable interface (a not-judgmental-about-your too-tight-Wolverine-t-shirt computer keyboard) the internet gives fanboys the opportunity to finally share with the world all the hundreds of thousands of bits of useless information they've been collecting.

Are they talking about us? :roll:
 
The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same, Or Not

The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same, Or Not





http://www.m-w.com/dictionary/buff

... 5 [earlier buff an enthusiast about going to fires; perhaps from the buff overcoats worn by volunteer firefighters in New York City ab 1820] : FAN, ENTHUSIAST

There were a number of small run magazines and news letters in the 1970-1980's that focused on board gaming, table top miniatures, and the history of various military eras.

A term that gained some momentum was "buffism".

No it wasn't about the streaker craze, running in the 'buff'.

"Buffism" referred to long and tedious arguments about arcane historical details, such as how many grains of powder were in the average paper cartridge at the Battle of Chickamauga .


Todays internet allows finding like minded 'buffs' easier. Although the nex gen buff might not lurk in libraries gleaning original sources. Might connect with a web pseudo authority based on popular secondary or urban legendary sources. But, might cross reference to reenactment 'buffs' or the muzzle loading enthusiasts that actually hunt with period weaponry.

Plusses and minuses.

Can wade the shallows or swim over one's head, easier- faster, neater and sweater,

never score the use of a source text through an inter library loan, never a pilgrimage to a library that won't loan, but will allow on site research, ....

.... and never touch a genuine artifact.

How pure, and sterile. Plusses and minuses.

Well maybe the internet can't live all of life for us.


But,

consider the source of this thread. TV Squad Blogg editorial that mocks people who give a sh't.

Option's for entertainment and life style navigation .... what TV?

TV the one true road map?

At least the search and research of a FAN honors the hunter gatherer roots of the species and is less intellectually passive than that unconscious cry for help .... channel surfing TV. Scores of channels, "''AND Nothing is on"".
Information media has the double edged, forked tongue promise of defining our reality. At least we can do our ancestors the honor of knowing that "Reality TV" ISN'T about reality, it's about TV.

"'World ends, video at Eleven!"

Maybe we are ''supposed'' to be waiting for the next bite of reality from TV Squad's, back handed, 'This Bud's for you'' mock-umentry of people. Especially people who might care about something more in life than TV.




4too
 
I find internet fourms just like high school except in this case it is all the geeks being like the jocks because hey this is the internet I can say what I want and not get my head flushed down the toilet or punched in the face. I would love to have billions of dollars that way if anyone said any shit about me on the net I could find were they live and kick the shit out of them.


All you motherfuckers are gonna pay. You are the ones who are the ball-lickers. We're gonna fuck your mothers while you watch and cry like little bitches. Once we get to Hollywood and find those Miramax fucks who are making that movie, we're gonna make 'em eat our shit, then shit out our shit, then eat their shit which is made up of our shit that we made 'em eat. Then you're all you motherfucks are next. Love, Jay and Silent Bob.
 
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