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[aggro_femme]

I have your phone number. I know where you live. Please don't consign me to text. I've always been the one who was afraid, but look me in the eye. Reach out and touch me. Keep your binary tentacles in the filth of the murky ether where they belong. Do I sound like a stalker? I'm stalking the real. Hell is being a neo-luddite anarcho-primitivist

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[flintultrasparc]

I've only known you through the Matrix.

[aggro_femme]

I know. This is a particularly vexing crux. In all my railing against the intarwebs, how can I be so unappreciative given all the amazing people I've met, the things I've learned, etc.

[flintultrasparc]

People can get internet...
on their phones...
in the Congo.

However, there is some really neat stuff coming in the future.

"Deluded techno-hubris or the shape of things to come?"

[aggro_femme]

I'm not a complete 'tard. I don't discount advances in any areas. I'm just... upset with the lack of face-to-face.

[flintultrasparc]

20,000 people live in Waxahachie, Texas; 6,300,006 live in the Dallas-Forth Worth Metroplex.

Apparently, you are just picky about your company.

[aggro_femme]

I don't want to have a relationship with six million people. I want to find out that my brother is having surgery FROM MY BROTHER, not from Facebook. I want to have in depth conversations face to face, not via text message.

Et cetera, ad nauseum. Are you nauseated? =P