1. Procrastination is Easier than Ever
How many of you are putting off something right now? Probably a lot. It's easy to see why, the world wide interweb is full of all sorts of time-consuming goodies: blogs, comics, the youtubes, and of course porn (procrasterbation). If there is a task to be done a large number of us will start it, go strong for a few minutes, then open our Facebook page, check our email, or see what we can find on ChatRoulette.
Before it finds you.
Before the internet, our procrastination options were limited. Reading, cleaning, going outside, and generally more beneficial activities were used to put off our to-do list. Now, the opportunities for dawdling are virtually endless. We can always find something else to do, and 9 times out of 10 it involves a computer.
2. The Internet Never Forgets
Ask the Star Wars kid if the internet forgets. He'll say no. His geektacular video was posted against his will when some of his peers found this video. Because of the resulting bullying and harassment he switched schools and sued those responsible for posting it. And now it's on YouTube forever so we can laugh at his tubby, tubby self pretending to wield a dual lightsaber.
But this is something we all have to be aware of. Just about everything we post, say, and do on the web can be recalled, or saved and broadcast elsewhere should someone choose to do so. And that sucks.
What if I said that all religions are retarded? Or that God hates fags? Or that I wish you were aborted? Or that puppy death is amusing? Would you get mad? Maybe. I'm sure most of us have our own buttons that, when pushed, will send send us into a fit of rage so vicious that what's left of our internal humanity is eclipsed by the ensuing onslaught of profanity, small dick insults, and declarations that your entire country is full of idiots. But who cares? Who cares if I say your dick is small, or that you'll never be the man your mother was, or anything else? Apparently a lot of us. I see trolling at its finest get people so riled up that I'm ashamed to call myself human. Who cares what someone on the other end of the internet thinks? He's on the internet, he's probably just another small dicked, unfit, pale, greedy bastard like you.
It's there. And I see it.
Moral of the story: finish the stuff you need to, be careful what you say and do, and calm the hell down. Let's have fun with the internet.