*nod* Yeah, I understated how freaky it felt. Thing is, it's the sort of thing we see on television shows, except that this was a real person ... and it's the kind of thing we see in newspapers and it doesn't seem that freaky there, but this felt ... I dunno, almost like watching it happen even though we're just reading other folks' descriptions of events, much as we would be if we read it in a newspaper. There's something about the presentation, the real-time interaction of the writers (even though I came in halfway through and most people are seeing it after it's all played out), the "I've just called the motel" immediacy ... It feels eerily voyeuristic or something.
It's like these things are supposed to be "safely on the other side of a television screen or in black type on cheap paper", but here it is in a medium in which I participate, where I and my friends "live".
No, I haven't finished sorting out why this is freaky, or how freaky it "ought" to be, but freaky it is.
Oh, that last line, about not having figured out exactly why it's freaky, is the whole reason I included it in this link sausage entry in the first place. Our reactions to it say as much about the place of the Net in our lives as it does about this particular story.
Oh.
The Internet. You can't live without it, you can't... I don't know.
Re: Oh.
It's like these things are supposed to be "safely on the other side of a television screen or in black type on cheap paper", but here it is in a medium in which I participate, where I and my friends "live".
No, I haven't finished sorting out why this is freaky, or how freaky it "ought" to be, but freaky it is.
Re: Oh.