Just thought I'd drop a line to say that I'll probably never use this Blog, because apparently my piddly little Internet Explorer isn't advanced enough to handle the sheer might of Mindsay.  Which doesn't matter, because I already blog elsewhere.

Theoretically, I could use Mozilla... but that's pretty much Netscape, and I hate Netscape.  Hate hate hate!  I don't remember why I have this vendetta against Netscape, but I do and it carries over into Mozilla.  Viva outdated IE!

I just use this account to view other peoples' blogs.  And then I realized that people could see that I was viewing their blogs, and even come here to see mine.  And I didn't want them to be looking at nothing.  So I wrote this.  Here's a poem.

I like cheese
And I like pie
If I put 'em together
My sphincter might die
Why oh why?
Would my sphincter die?
I really don't know
But I'd better not try.

And it goes on like that for 7 more pages.

Ta!

-Gone

I didn't like this one:

"NEVER UNDERTAKE ANYTHING FOR WHICH YOU WOULDN T HAVE THE COURAGE TO ASK THE BLESSINGS OF HEAVEN"

G  C  LICHTENBERG

but I thought this one was pretty funny:

THE ULTIMATE INDIGNITY IS TO BE GIVEN A BEDPAN BY A
STRANGER WHO CALLS YOU BY YOUR FIRST NAME.

MAGGIE KUHN

Just a friendly reminder that this isn't a real blog.  The link is below and to your left.  I mean, your left hand side.  You know, where the links are.  Yeah.  Hey, if you're looking, how can you be reading this?

How utterly odd.

KoR-SAW

MAVIS GALLANT

Today was a big Drama day.  Not only did I have to do a duologue presentation (Glad that's over with,) but I also auditioned for the Fringe.  (Also glad that's over with.)  Now... what will happen if I get a part?  That'll be weird.

Other than that, things are pretty mundane these days.  It's actually startling how mundane they are, exactly.  I don't remember the last time something interesting happened.

Keep on Rockin'

-Scott

Still in a funk.

I was at the mall today, and there was this woman behind me on the escalator.  With her son, between 5 and 10 (didn't see,) she provided an interesting Mall eavesdropping moment.  Here's what Christmas is like in the new millenium:

Mom: You've already got Tennis.

Son: No...

Mom: Yes you do, I know you have Mario Tennis... unless that's for N64.

Son:  Yes, it's for N64.  I don't have this.

Mom:  No, I know you have the new one... unless that's Golf.

Son:  I already have Golf, mom.

Mom:  Is it a new game?

Son:  Fairly new...

That's a crude, inaccurate re-recation of it.  It went on like that for a pretty long time, seemingly.

I wish I had somewhere to go and some way to get there.  I don't wanna be stuck inside the house all day.  It's my day off.  I want to maximize this PA day.  I've wasted too many in my day.

KOR-Scott

So, thoughts for today... in convenient point form...

• Managed to avoid grocery shopping this week
• Somehow wound up at Oakville place two days in a row.  How I love crowded malls at Xmas time.
• Going bowling in Welland (uh, where?) tomorrow.
• Performed a pagan ritual.  Okay, maybe not, but still.  Wouldn't that make an interesting blog?
• Avoided being on computer--- oh wait, I just wasn't on because Eric has co-opted it.  Bastard.
• Keep on Rockin'

-Scott

I thought I'd drop in and send a line out to all the people who actually visit this crazy diversion mindsay.  That's Ryan, and Ana... and sometimes Jon.

Things are, ah, goin' well.  As well as could be expected.  I'm coping.  Y'know?  I think I'll write a post elaborating on that, over in my more comfortable BlogSpot blog.  Won't you join me?  And don't hesitate to leave an "anonymous" response.  Just write your name on down at the bottom.  Link, look left down there.  Somewhere.

The word "palindrome" feels bad that Emordnilap is not a word.

Keep on Rockin'-

SAW

I invented a new "conversation starter."  Whenever you're with someone, and the conversation is dying, just ask, "So, who do you hate?"  for best resultsm quality it, such as "Who do you hate in our class?"  or "What celebrity do you hate?"  I guarantee, a fun conversation is to be had.  Make sure to promise not to tell that person.

And, if you really wanna be a bastard, go ahead and tell - it'll make for a really interesting conversation later. 

I think this'll catch on.

Keep on Rockin'

Willie

Keep on Rockin'
-Scott

Overheard at the mall (in RadioShack, to be precise):

"You're nine; you're not getting a cell phone." - A Mom

Happy Holidays, KOR-SAW

I think the most amazing thing about this Tsunami is how much it's given people - like say, talk show hosts and radio DJ's - to talk about.

Well, maybe not the most amazing thing... after all, hundreds of thousands of lives were lost and we have no way of knowing who until they are all found... gee that's kinda morbid.  What's wrong with me?

I feel strangely upbeat today.  That's how I actually managed to type that deplorable last sentence.

I've had music in my head all week.  The irresistable urge to belt out any song that pops into my little head.  Like... Bryan Adams' duet with Mel C, "Baby When You're Gone" which I embarassingly know all the lyrics to.

Keep on Rockin'

-Scott

In a quiz lifted from zebraquestion here on Mindsay....

Okay, okay; I'm not in love, but it is Friday and that's a damn catchy song by the Cure which has been stuck in my head somehow for days.

At present I am still in North Bay.  The funeral went fine, but you never expect how emotionally overwhelmed you get at these occasions.  There was a lot of reading scripture from a pamplet in unison-- or at least, attempting to do so.  I think the Priest could tell from our unenthused and often inaccurate reading from the pamphlet he handed out that we were not a big Church crowd.  It was, as expected, an incredibly small service since only family was requested, and so Brandon, Eric and I (along with Dad, Uncle Alan and Evan, our cousin,) came to be pallbearers, asked at the last possible second.  Despite the fact that the casket weighs over 300 lbs and I'm one of those 115-lb weaklings you're always hearing about, I agreed to the seemingly optional request: I mean how do you say "No I refuse to be a pallbearer!"  You just cannot.  and for those of you who have never, I would recommend it at least once.  Is that odd?  I think that everybody should know what it's like at least once to help in that.  Men, at least: women don't generally perform that service, or so I hear.

Afterward, there was a small reception at Granddad's house.  The food was good, we passed around old photos of him, his ancestors and grandma.  He asked if my belt was among those they'd gotten us (their grandkids) on a trip.  It was.  I always wear this belt because a) I'm so egotistical taht I need my first initial on my crotch, b) I like the way it latches in even though it comes undone most of the time, and c) I'm sentimental like that.  Plus I've got to keep my pants up somehow.

We're coming home tomorrow, which is good: I was hoping against hope that we'd come home today, since all the funeral business was done with and it seemed time to go, and I was right in assuming we'd have nothing to do all day until dinner, (for which we went out for fish n chips.)  But at least we aren't hanging around until Sunday: that would be the worst case scenario.  Not that I don't love it here (for all its charms,) I just don't like having to be here when there's nothing to do, which is most of the time, excluding meals.  It reminds me of this one time, after Dad had lost his job and had no reason to go home, that he unilaterally made the decision to stay an extra day, effectively putting the kibosh on some plans I'd made the day before, overstretching the clothes I'd brought and essentially destroying my morale for that extra day.  North Bay, for me, has a shelf life of about two nights.  It's nice to visit but I wouldn't want to live here.  I know that's cold, but.........so is North Bay.

Some of my plans for the next week got ruined, and I'm upset about that, because I was really looking forward to it.  So I'm basically going to spend the next week sitting around the house with Eric, writing one exam, and just being overall one bored, lonely sad sack.

Yes, things appear to be getting back to normal.

Goodnight sweetheart.  Keep on rockin'

Scott

2nd semester got off to a good start.  It's weird though-- I haven't had real homework in months and on the first day I have 2 things to do.

And man... WHAT am I doing in a Law class?

Oh Lordy.

Yawl keep on Rockin

-Scott

Check out Scotto Williams' Road to the Oscars online now at Still On the Shelf

Dare to dream of a world where we keep on rockin'

-Scotto

Ain't it always the way, when you totally intend to mega-update your site then your asshole brother sits on the computer all day just because he thinks of it as vengeance for you always using the computer - even though it's obvious that a) he has time when I'm not around and b) he uses it for idle pursuits whereas you use it for actual projects that require time and effort and attention?

Okay, not everybody can relate, but here I am anyhow.  tomorrow.

KOR

-SAW.

OKAY kids.  I haven't been too vocal about it but man have I been down lately.  Down and out.  Until today I had nothing going for me in my life.  I felt directionless, unloved, unwanted, useless, and generally like the bottomfeeding scum of society we all sometimes feel like.  (That is - "like which we all sometimes feel?")  Dude, I was down, man.  Low down.

I got the letter.  The letter that says "We are pleased to announce that you have been accepted to the following courses - JOURNALISM (PRINT) - at Sheridan College."  Yup, that's right kids - Shootin' Scotto is college-bound.

Now, to look at it in writing even I'm like "Ew, why did I pick journalism?"  I'll get to that in a minute, but let me just say it is such a relief to finally have a direction, a purpose, a sense of what I'm doing for the next 2 years.  Regardless if it's what a really want to do for the rest of my life (it's not, really,) I at least will be able to make a go of it in the real world.

Now, as to why journalism?  It's not that I have a particular affinity for newspaper writing - although it's a good job that I'd like to have.  It's just that, well, I'm a writer by nature.  It's my lot in life to just write, and I've staked a claim for myself in all areas of that world.  And the only other option I really had, for the credits I was getting, was Creative Writing at Humber.  Now don't get me wrong - I'd rather be a Cretive Writer than a Journalist, any day of the week, but I don't want to spend 1, 2, 4 years of my life learning it.  I know it.  It's already my life I don't need some douchebag proffessor trying to teach me about 1st person narratives or 3 act structures - I know that shit and I know it well.  And I don't need no college diploma to get a job in that field - people who were "unschooled" as a writer often excel in Creative Writing, and I don't swee any need to waste money on that.  I picked Journalism because it's something that, to do as a career, you do need a diploma for, and it's steady work, so I have something secure to fall back on.  In the end, I think it's one smart move.

So that's that.  I'm college-bound.  The best part is, I don't even have to move.  Not that I wouldn't like to, just that it's fuckin' expensive, and, well, you know.  I'm walkin' on air man.  Keep on Rockin

-Scotto

Arrested Development is the funniest show on television.   That sounds like a bold statement, but after the first episode I saw it became clear and it's funnier the more you watch.  Naturally, a show this great isn't being watched by enough people, and has been teetering on the brink of cancellation ever since its first season.  Thankfully, even Fox seems to be behind it, as they have arranged a website at http://getarrested.com where fans can basically lend support, by showing their numbers.  If you've never seen the show I urge you to watch (8:30 Sunday Nights, Fox) and if you do watch, or have watched, and enjoyed (and what reasonable person wouldn't?)  Then I humbly ask you to sign this "petition."

Thank you and good day, and also keep on rockin'

-Scotto

One universal law, that holds true throughout history and will continue to do so for all time, and thus binds all of humanity together in peace and harmony...

Lefty Loosey, Righty Tighty.

G'night and Keep on rockin'

-Scotto

Breakfast Club tonight.

Nervous?  Scared?  Excited.

Keep on rockin'

-Scott

So everybody's gone and voted for "Shut 'Em Up" by Ana Yavari over at the Young Cuts website, www.youngcuts.com right?  Good.  If not, yu're not allowed back.  Dead serious.

I edited another scene in Half-Past today.  The ghost scene officially works, and therefore gets to be in the movie.  Also did about half of the scene betwen Mark (Ryan) and Beth (Alyssa) at Mark's house.  People are going to be covering their eyes from how awkward it is betwen them, if I do it right.  It's really quite devastating.

Gonna write a post over on the real blog later tonight, because it's been a rather interesting 24 hours (for me) and will only be more blogworthy as the night goes on.

Keep on rockin'

-Scott

Not long after posting that message I ran into my teacher Brian Bileski in the hall and we talked a bit.  It was mostly small talk, but I mentioned I felt I was due for that "Ninteen-year heart attack" and he seemed taken aback that I was so young (himself only thirtysomething) and advised me to ease off myself, and that when he was my age he didn't have so much "direction" or pressure, he didn't relly get started until his mid-twenties, so there's not pressure.

So that's good to hear, although it begs the question what I ought to do for a few years while I chill out.

Oh yeah... write.

I think I can ease up for now.  Keep on rockin'

-Scott

In 2006, I.... (put my comments in brackets)

[x] stayed single

[x] got kissed

[x] kissed someone new

[x] made out

[] made out in a car

[] kissed in the snow

[] kissed in the rain

[] had my heart broken (well, always, but not so much.)

[] broke someone else's heart (Probably, not to be full of myself. No confirmation.)

[x] had a stalker (Always)

[] lost a friend (would not say "lost")

[] had a good relationship with someone (Well, not a "relationship")

[] came out of my closet (...confused by "my," I've never heard that expression put that way)

[] got pregnant

[] had an abortion

[] got married

[] had a divorce

[] kissed someone of the same sex

[x] met someone that I will never forget (I have a memory like a glue trap)

[x] did something I regret (Who doesn't?)

[] dated someone I thought I loved

[] lost my true love

[] lost faith in love (Never much had it)

[] kissed under mistletoe

[] got a promotion (Well, I did get a job... three times... so I was promoted from being unemployed...)

[] got a pay raise (again...)

[XXX] changed jobs (One for each.)

[X] lost my job (Not that I was fired, per se...)

[x] quit my job for school (Take THAT Classic Bowl!)

[] dated a co-worker

[] dated my boss (No matter how much Val asked....)

[] dated my boss's son/ daughter

[] got fired from my job

[X] got straight A's (Sure.)

[x] met a teacher who I became friends with (Denni)

[] met a teacher who I really hate (Douglas comes close but no cigar)

[] found the subject I love

[] skipped class

[] skipped school (Surprisingly not)

[] got in a fight with a classmate

[] did something I was proud of (Hmm... I should mull that one over.)

[] discovered a new talent

[x] proved myself an idiot

[x] embarrassed myself in front of the class (sure.)

[] fell in love with a teacher

[] was involved in something that I will never forget (I can't think of anything right now, so I guess that means I forgot.)

[] painted a picture

[x] wrote a poem (...Mhm.)

[] ran a mile (Maybe in total.)

[x] listened to music I couldnt stand (Every effing day at work.)

[x] double dipped (It's ok if your dip is your own)

[] skinny dipped (What an odd segue.)

[x] went to a sleepover (Well, I ended up sleeping enough places.)

[] went to camp

[x] threw a surprise party (Is it still a surprise party if we have to tell him to get him to not go home first?)

[x] laughed till I cried (A little)

[] laughed till I peed my pants (No, I have terrific bladder control.)

[] flirted shamelessly (I have plenty of shame.)

[] visited a foreign country (Not THIS year...)

[] visited a foreign province

[x] cooked a disastrous meal (Once or twice...)

[X] was part of a rumour (Not cool.)

[X] lost something important to me

[x] got a gift I love (Coke bottle opener... see above.)

[x] realized something new about myself

[] went on a diet (If anyone needs a diet... it ain't me.)

[] tried to gain weight

[] dyed my hair

[] came close to losing my life

[x] someone close to me died (Grampa)

[x] went to a wild party (Wouldn't it be weird if the above and this were linked?)

[x] drank alcohol

[x] drank alcohol underage

[x] got drunk

[] got arrested

[x] read a great book (Brave New World... check it out.)

[x] saw a great movie (Thank you for Smoking is the one I can think of at the moment)

[] saw a movie so scary that it made me cry

[] saw a favorite band live

[] did something that I want to tell everyone

[x] experienced something new

[x] made new friends

[x] found out who your real friends are (Well, re-evaluated perhaps?)

[x] lied to your parents

[] snuck out (I can't very well sneak out if the parents are already not around.)

[] got in trouble with police

[] kissed in a pool

[] kissed under the stars

[] smoked

[] got high

[x] got wasted (Elegantly so? INXS anyone?)

[x] went to a party (Have we not already covered this?)

[x] had the time of your life

[] danced

[] fell out of love (Hm.....)

[x] had a crush on someone ("There's always someone...")

[] changed your sexual preference (I'd like to see someone check this off two years in a row "Looks like I was wrong...")

[] swam in a pool

[] made a snowman (No snow to speak of, hrm...)

[] went snowboarding

[] went sledding

[] slept in past 2pm (Why, just yesterday!)

[] held someones hand that you care about (Perhaps, but probably not.)

[] got wasted in a public place (No, I just get wasted and then GO TO public places.)

[] got wasted in Mexico

[] told someone you like them as more than a friend (As if I would ever have the guts...)

[] gone on vacation (I deserve one.  I've only gone in my mind.)

[] gone on vacation with a friend

[] driven a car

[] played strip poker

[] danced in the rain

[] rode a bike in the snow

[] got in a car accident

[] seen someone get in a car accident (Unless you count skidding against the median... I've seen that this year.) [x] got in a fist fight (More like an MMA/Shoot fight.  Fists were not thrown.)

[x] laughed until you couldn't breathe (Actually yes.)

[] had an amazing year (Pretty good, but not amazing.)

[x] missed someone (Yes, always.)

[] got hit by a car

[] sent someone to the hospital

[] got a new pet [x] enjoyed this year overall ...

This year was a pretty good one overall. Not great, but it had a lot of good in it, and not so much bad. As for 2007... we'll see. KOR-- -SAW

I wrote this one for class. People seemed to enjoy it.

For a Stalker

Please stop stopping at my house around midnight;

If there’s one thing I don’t need to see out my window it’s your headlight.

I don’t know what I did to make you think that’s all right.

Please stop climbing in the high branches of my tree

With binoculars always trying to catch a glimpse of me.

That’s not attractive and I doubt it will ever be.

Please make sure you don’t know where I am all day.

You’re lurking around the corner when I just want to get away.

My machine records breathing from the phone calls you make.

It’s really unhealthy, using me as a crutch.

Always reading my mail, you’re so out of touch.

It really makes me wonder why I like you so much.

--

There's also a missing stanza; I could never decide between stanza #3 as seen up there, or this:

Over my shoulder I keep having to look,

This anti-social behaviour ain't a plus in my book.

I keep missing little things I suspect that you took.

Keep on rockin'

-Scott

I'm away from home right now visiting family.  It's not terribly interesting and my only thing to do today has been delayed (cancelled?) because the rental car's battery was drained.  So I'm sitting here, tinkering around on my Uncle's computer.

During the four hour drive up here, apart from staring idly out the window, I wrote something.  I won't go get it right now, but maybe later on if I'm still bored.

I've been looking through old entries, which I rarely do for Mindsay (but do constantly for Blogspot.)  Most of my Mindsay appaearances are brief but I get entertained by them two years later.

I've been on the internet far too much in my life.

Keep on rockin

-Scott

I've been reading all the old posts on this thing.  They don't really formulate a solid narrative of my life, more of a collection of fragments.  I tell long stories about myself on my other blog, the one I use just to drop in, show a little bit of writing, complain, whatever.  (As a result, a lot of my entries - particularly from 2004-2005, Grade 12, make me sound like a huge whiney bitch, which I was.)

I wrote this one during a long period of silence during the car ride.  The only thing I've given it close to a title is (Somewhere Near Gravenhurst)

Been contemplating

Been writing poetry

Been thinking about you n' me

Been meditating.

Been staring out the window

Been watching the side of the road

Been carrying a load

Been wondering where to go.

Been out here for miles

Been putting paper to pen

Been waiting to happen

Been quiet for a whiles.

I'm not saying ity's my best (or any good for that matter) but It was what I'd been thinking.

I got some alone time today, to just wander around.  That was pretty sweet.  All I have to worry about is killing time after dinner until bed.

It shouldn't be like this, but is, and now all we can do is let it, I say.  Keep on rockin'

-SAW

Just a little rambling on this rainy afternoon.

Assuming I'm as good a writer as I tell myself (or at least as good as some people tell me, which is almost as good,) I think I'm probably a much better writer than student.  I can't deny that I'm putting up a slight resistance to the entire idea of University education.  I did this when I started at Sheridan too, but then eventually I started learning things I knew I did not already know and I was able to shut my mouth.  But now here I am wondering if the reason I did not do very well on my last english essay was that I'm so much more interested in writng than reading or in any case writing about what I've read.  And the reason I did as well as I did is that I'm such a good writer that I can get a B simply by letting whatever comes out onto the page be.  It's not an A, but I'm not going to get an A with my attitude.  It's not a C either and isn't that what I can hope for?

So I've found myself wondering what next.  It's not that I'm considering dropping out, although that idea has buzzed in my mind since September.  I'm just wondering how miserable it would be to continue.  Can I put up with my own bullshit and that of the rest of the academic world?  How bad could it be now that I have accepted the level of bullshit out there?

I've been very self-obsessed this week.  It's been a weird one.  I started a bomb scare at school by leaving my backpack unattended.  It was funny.

I've fuckin earned this summer, man.  To hell with essays and readings and lectures and tutorials, at least for now.  If I can earn a couple bucks that'd be awesome, but I'd be happiest just to write.

Keep on rockin', if you will.

-Scott

It's not much, but it's honest.

A 1:50 AM Poem

The shape I'm in

life would be better

with a bottle of gin.

'Cause I been

pacing around

in the fog all night

between the raindrops

and the starlight

tryin' to get outta my own damn head

and instead

I just wanna find

my way through

to you.

The stars are aligned,

and my aim is true.

KOR-SAW

(PS - notice the nod to Elvis Costello at the end?  Good work.)

You have to be a real asshole to get in on either side of a religious argument.

That is all.  Keep on rockin'

-Scott

1. You create a profile, (standard stuff, you describe your appearance, your likes and dislikes, your job, etc.)
2. You are shown thumbnail photos of girls in your area.  Because these photos are typically large rectangular images condensed to a small 50x50 thumbnail, the vast majority of them are wildly distorted and disproportionately shrunk, making it impossible to tell if a girl has a massively deformed nose, or weighs 350 lbs, until you click on the profile to get a better look.
3. The girls' profiles generally resemble the guys' in terms of content.  However, with a distinct difference.  Girls, being the pursued rather than pursuer, get to put in as much content as they can possibly muster, and note that "If you haven't read this, don't even bother contacting me."  They also get the advantage of listing all the things they hate about guys who contact them (cockiness, shirtlessness, beer/car-fixated photos, the number 69 in username, asking to go on cam or cyber within two messages, etc) whereas if you're a guy and you list things that bother you about women, you will probably be looked at as shallow and chauvinistic.
4. Approximately two different types of women have profiles on this site:  A) Suntanning/sporty beach-beauties with a fixation for athletic, confident dudes, and B) Indy girls (including punks, goths, metalheads, librarian types and just plain old preppies) who really aren't that shallow, want a smart guy who isn't pigheaded and shares the same sophisticated (or in some cases, not so much) tastes as they do, and wouldn't mind taking it slow.
5. A guy like me naturally finds his way through all the B's, who in many cases have very alluring profiles.  The next step is of course making contact, as it must always fall to the guy to do so.  This is where it gets perilous.  Every single girl, without exception, demands a message specifically tailored to her profile.  none of this "Hey your profile looks interesting, check out mine maybe we'd get along" bullshit.  There's no time for building intrigue.  If you do not make her weak in the knees within the opening two sentences, you have utterly failed.  My brother has circumvented this by amassing a collection of catch-all icebreakers, which seem to be detailed enough to work.  I usually attempt to craft a joke/remark/question about something directly related to the girl in question's profile, so she knows I am thinking specifically of her.
   
6. Rejection.  You can check the status of your message, charting from "UNREAD" to "READ" to "READ DELETED," so you know exactly when she has decided she doesn't want to reply.  Some wonderfully cruel girls READ your message and just kind of hold on to them without deleting them, which is odd in and of itself.  It is completely unheard of for a woman to send a message saying "Sorry, you're not what I'm looking for."  A silent rejection is essentially mandatory.  After all, saying "I'm not interested" just begs the question "why not?" and then that's a conversation, which these girls desperately mean to avoid.  After all, why go on a dating site if you want to talk to people?
   
7. If, by some chicanery, you manage to get a response, you now bear the burden of maintaining the responsibility.  Most typically, the girl will answer whatever questions you give in as few words as possible, and not feed back to you, usually as a test to see how long you can keep the conversatin afloat on your own.  If the girl takes an active interest in your side of things, by asking what your life is like or how you are doing, this can be considered an undiluted victory in and of itself, regardless whether you ever actually meet the girl.
8. There is also a function whereby you can see who has viewed your profile.  If a girl views your profile before deleting your message, it's a small victory.
   

1. Organize basement, clean dishes
2. Read King Lear
3. Read Who Do You Think You Are by Alice Monroe
4. Write at least 1500 words of fiction
5. Write 2 or 3 comic book reviews
   
6. Draw at least one page of a comic, preferably two... three may be pushing it
7. Mom's birthday tomorrow, so I'm gonna be doing that
8. Bitch about life on internet