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Me and my big mouth (part 1) Last week, a group of seasoned veterans of the high tech boom and bust (not necessarily in that order) met at a familiar watering hole in downtown Hogtown. The executives of Pigdump, IndustrialPing, Hangfire, NotCalm.com and MaxRes.com gather together a couple of times a year for wings, beer and tales of the old days when they were victims of earliest of all those failed dot com mergers put together by vulture capital clowns. Oh those Quadra 700's, the Bubblewrap, that office windowpane...
But I digress...
At one point in the evening, it seemed like I was performing Pigdump live (imagine that, if you dare!) ranting about the kids today, dissing wireless technology and pretty much raving like a full-fledged geezer. "Grocery Gateway? Go to the frickin' market already!" I was bending the ear of the CEO of IndustrialPing. "When people use technology to make things happen faster with no effort, what's left to enjoy for goodness sake? Emptiness. More time to sit in front of the computer or the Playstation or the Palm Pilot and find more gadgets to make their lives even emptier. What's the point of living if some guy who looks like he fell out of the 1950's is picking your produce, squeezing your melons, stuffing your bags?"
Fast forward to the weekend when I run into the IndustrialPing dude in a Bloor West village market. "..sup?" he asked. "Oh, I'm just picking up a few things to tie me over until my Grocery Gateway delivery comes on Monday..." I was so busted! You can't imagine the redness of my ears, the shame, the cringing, the worm like feeling... "Whatever," he said. Yea! Whatever! I'm a hypocrite. Get over it! Integrity ain't everything these days you know. I mean look at this column... it's all over the place! And who cares if I don't know how to end it! I don't. Clearly!
Ummm, that's all. Thanks and good luck.
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