Some of the best people I know [in real life] are in there, talented, brilliant people who I can commune with at a touch of the keyboard. That's a good thing. But there's another side I'm suspicious about. In fact, last night, with the help of Robert's THC concentrate, my doubts flared into paranoia ...
I have only one facebook friend who is truly random, with whom I share no other friends. I'll call her Heliotrope. She's South African, owns a racehorse and is 'besotted' with helicopters. She identifies herself with a cute Brat-like cartoon and has become my owner on Human Pets, calling me 'Dr House'.
Human Pets is a cheeky facebook app in which one buys and sells people as pets - and, in some, it brings out the latent slave-trader. I guess because of her sultry photo, Jenny - a snail - is currently priced at 620 points. As for me - an octopus - I am only worth 80 [so far]. Jenny's owners have nearly all been men with many pets, all of them beautiful women.
Heliotrope has been a good owner. She 'pets' me often and has taken me on a trip to Egypt. But her owner is another matter. Heliotrope is now worth 42,000 - and it seems a near war has developed over her ownership. Various men - perhaps the same kind who have owned Jenny, the collectors - have gotten vicious in their efforts to 'possess' her, turning the whole thing quite weird ...
"At first it was fun to be fought over, well let me tell you the fun is over. It has resulted in two men dumping the application saying they are not going to fight over me; worse, some of the others started buying each other's pets so that the person buying me would have to spend points buying their other pets back, and thus be unable to afford me! It's a major blow up with me in the middle!! ...These people have created multiple accounts too and I don't now know who is who... Was warned that being owned is a competitive and emotional thing, now know it to be true!"
"Lol, these men have never met me, have had them telling me they love me, am in love with me, want to marry me, want to get on planes and visit me, you name it!! (Please send airticket, I need a holiday!!!!) Funnily enough it happens to me in real life too, Facebook has become an extension of my real life, cannot tell you why ..."
I ask myself, these men, are they in love with a cartoon? What are they fighting over exactly? Do they know? Is it even real? Is it virtual power-tripping? The whole thing makes me feel like a neophyte. There's something going on here that is beyond my ken. Last night, I realised I knew nothing for certain. Even Heliotrope herself. She certainly seems like a real person, but how can I be sure? Is she even a woman?
Interesting, isn't it?
Late last night, I put on a DVD I'd hired earlier in the day. It was a second choice, as I'm desperate to see Jesus Camp - but the local Blockbuster has decreed that Mt Waverley residents are not interested in the evils of ecclesiastical Christianity. What I picked was Neverwas. I've had really back luck with hiring off the shelf lately, but this time I hit the jackpot.
It affected me as viscerally as Children of Men, but in a wholly different way. I was actually expecting something like The Never Ending Story, instead I got a beautifully weighted film about hope, redemption, self-belief and the power of the imagination... I won't go into the details; I just want to recommend it.
Ian McKellen is the best I've seen him [Yes, superior even to Gandalf]. Aaron Eckhart ... I don't usually go for matinee idol types, but there's something about him. And to his credit, he's almost indistinguishable from Nathan Fillion [SLiTHER, Josh Whedon's Serenity/Firefly series]. He's great in this, as are Nick Nolte, Jessica Lange ... Even Brittany Murphy. I don't know how I missed this movie when it first came out.