<P.s. I do feel a bit strange about the nature of my work. Each day I flip on my geewhizbang PC, kick up my Unreal Tournament Onslaught Game, fire up my communication applications, i.e. outlook, groove, messenger, and skype, and all these little voices and messages appear from deep within the machine and beyond the immediate mechanism, asking me to do matters, and telling me about anti-matters. I really do like this modern, thoroughly enjoyable, very stimulating knowledge-based intellectual capital enabled pastime. And I get to do the Onslaught Game to music, accompanied by ice coffee, 24/7/52. Thank goodness for Al Gore who invented the Internet :0)>
Jay, it's weird, true enough. Yet it's real and pays so much better than ordinary hard yakker of sweat and toil. Cyberspace capitalism is wonderful. Swooping around the world with clicks and pixels, with tsunamis of $billions and Ytrillions in seconds reorienting the efforts of billions to more productive enterprise.
With great power comes great responsibility, not to mention the more important great personal liability. One false move and one's little Tonka Truckload of participating pixels are disappeared into the void, the computer no longer responds to one's ministrations, and one is cast back into the 3D world to earn a living in the harsh world of sweat and toil, bemoaning the marketing strategy of a failed Globalstar enterprise which one backed with verve and misplaced wisdom.
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