Technology is quickly becoming less about technology and more about deforming social skills than anything else. I’m quickly losing interest in this blasted always-communicating-about-so-little world.

Never before have communications been so mediocre. We get so caught up in the deluge of transactional, delayed communication that we don’t even know what to do anymore in a regular face-to-face setting.

I don’t need to talk to anyone anymore. I can just follow their news posts on Facebook. Or Tweets on Twitter. If there’s an indepth conversation, it’s done in email. If I want to know what the world things about a news story, I just browse to the comments.

Speaking of comments. Fuck all of you who leave irresponsible comments. You know who you are – posting comments that you wouldn’t dare say in person for fear of having your ass beat to a pulp. Calling people names, racial slurs and declaring classicism warfare.

I can’t get anything done anymore. I’m too distracted by it all. I need some sort of narcissism detox or something.

What the hell is going on here? How can a world so visibly chaotic have so many layers of chaos underneath that we have created ourselves?

If I’ve ever given you shit for being a “Simpleton”, punch me in the gut the next time you see me.

Just don’t call me a dick in the comments of this blog.

Gregsta’

Saturday @ the Salaried Dayjob. No extra pay.

Good fun.

Beer time…

Greg

Still working on a re-inventing of this site and some spoke-and-hub sites that will be a part of the “Gregster Online Kingdom”…

I’m the most conflicted individual I know. I hate paper and paperwork that sits out on my desk, begging for attention. It’s usually completely discombobulated. Some things are just dumb notes, others are lists of action items. I want it all to be electronic. But then I think, ‘Fuck, the moment it becomes electronic, it’s going to be lost in the ethers eventually.’

I don’t know if I should be continuing to kill trees or Salmon. Tough call. I like to eat Salmon. I also like the shade (and oxygen) from trees. Somehow I feel there’s no right answer here.

I hate internal conflict. It’s the worst kind.

What is going to happen to us when our iPhones all stop working because AT&T; calls it quits?

Fuck.

Gregsta’: Looking for my notepad

As of lately, I’ve become somewhat bored of this site. It’s kind of old, a bit of a rip off of a good friend and all too often the subject of domain purchase offers from complete strangers. They don’t think I’m doing anything with it. After reading this drivel, I can see why.

Let’s face it. It needs a makeover. A purpose. Something more than just my un-edited, free-flowing candor. Any good blog with a following should serve some purpose.

Over the next few weeks, The Domino Effect will begin to morph into something else. Something entirely different from what it is today. It will be a satellite of something more.

‘What,’ you ask, ‘is it!?’

Hell if I know.

Just stay tuned.

Keep your expectations, um, lowered.

Gregsta’

A big shout-out to the gooch-ster for providing ground transportation today to and from sushi. Much appreciated, sir.

Long day. Tomorrow will be longer.

Can’t wait for the weekend.

Gregsta’

Once a week, it seems, I bestow some tidbit of regurgitated wisdom all over my readers. It’s what everyone does on the Internet, right? I just want to be like everyone else.

Post to your blog. Update your Facebook status. Upload the pictures of your cat being cute to icanhasacheeseburger. Contribute to the forum/comment thread du jour.

It’s amazing how we find time to do the important things in life. Like work and eat for starters.

Speaking of… Time to make me some breakfast. I wonder how early Trader Joes is open. I could use a walk.

Gregsta’

Well, it had to happen eventually, but the move-cation is coming to an en. Tuesday, I’ll be back at work.

The move? Smoothly completed. Just working now on un-boxing things and putting everything away. We seem to have a lot of stuff that we had forgotten about. Our kitchen is almost too full. I wonder how we fit it all in our old house. Then I remember – we didn’t – which was the primary impetus back in January for finding a new house.

In any case, we are home and it is wonderful. I feel at home. I don’t feel squished in anymore. Our neighbors constantly stop by and tell us how wonderful our house is and how happy they are to have us in the neighborhood (a far cry from the reception I got when I purchased my old house).

I do miss my air conditioning, but I think we’ll be fine until next summer.

Might head out tonight for a drink. Not sure.

Gregsta’: OUT