Who is me?
I just finished out an anime series called "Serial Experiments: Lain." It's about a 14 year old girl who, over the course of thirteen episodes, comes to question her identity, humanity, and the very reality of her experiences both in her normal life and in the Internet (the "Wired"). It has minimal dialogue, bizarre art direction, and a non-linear storyline. However, if you're looking for a show that asks the right questions about the future of human networks, you need look no further.
My timing in completing of the series is pretty strange. I've been watching it off and on for a few weeks now, but only this evening did I discover that (somehow) I'd accidentally left a rogue instant messaging client program open on one of my personal computers. It's, well, needlessly complicated how I have this all set up (I have a program that can take other programs, capture their input/output, and let me come back to interact with them whenever I want). The reason my client program was "rogue" was because I'd simply forgotten that I had it running. Because I could run my client and screen-capture program multiple times without noticing, I was actually appearing online for a number of weeks without noticing (despite reports from people saying, "Oh hey, I saw you online last night...").
Stranger, I guess, was how the chat client program (the program that lets me communicate with friends, coworkers, etc.) behaved when there were multiple versions of it running, and without me interacting with it. By default, when a new conversation started, the new messages would go to every place that I was logged in. However, after I had responded, the messages would be routed only to the client from which I responded.
This meant that after a few weeks, I had dozens of one way conversations people were having with me, and then stopping at random whenever I had responded from another location.
It was pretty bizarre. Conversations I'd never seen before (collected only when I was online nowhere else), or people wondering why I was awake at such odd hours. Thankfully (after watching "Lain"), none of the conversations had any responses from me.
I did notice when I was poking around that I'd turned on a feature of my chat program that keeps track of all of my "statuses." A "status" is just a message that appears next to your account on other people's screens, such that you can indicate if you're available for a conversation, listening to music, really whatever you choose to put in there. I usually put fun and strange and obscure movie/TV/song lyrics/quotes for mine, or whatever I happen to have stuck in my head.
Here are the ones I've been using over the past year or so. See if you can guess where they all come from.
- Gonna get on the microphone down at Wal-mart / Talk about some shit that's been on my mind.
- Those days are gone forever / I should just let them go, but...
- City on fire, city on fire...
- I don't know how to textually represent the sound of air rushing inward over clenched teeth.
- People are alarmingly territorial about coffee cups.
- Cause she knows it's demanding to defeat these evil machines...
- The days go on, the lights go off and on
- You see, grammar is very important to the Nazi Party.
- The grass is high / The fields are ripe / It's the springtime of my life.
- I looked down, and I had the body of a heavy reader.
- So I can't do that thing anymore / I can't be that thing I was before.
- I type with purpose.
- Just some oak and some pine and a handful of Norsemen.
- Just a little bit, just a little bit / A little more information.
- Because beyond these town limits, even though I've never see them, there's really nothing else to explore, there's nothing more, there's nothing more.
- Don't go visiting my intentions. Don't ever.
- It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side.
- There are rooms in this house that I don't open anymore.
- It's impressive what 'nothing' can do to a man.
- Give what you can: to keep, to comfort this plain fear you can't extinguish or dismiss.
- We are now accepting callers for these beautiful pendant keychains.
- A few more seconds and you'd have been plucked.
- We're at an impass here, maybe we can compromise.
- You guys always told me this was a sepulcher.
- Share the load...
- I believe there's something more cause this isn't what I've been looking for
- There will be sorrow no more.
- Some people play tennis, I erode the human soul.
- People talking without speaking / People hearing without listening
- I believe you!... You play a stringed instrument and I believe you!
- Something called 'The Politics of Lonely'
- King Kong ain't got shit on me. (IPv6 training the rest of the week)
- So bright on cinder gray in spray paint: / 'Who the hell can see forever?'
- Without contending with myths wrongly interpreted.
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