videophones and jet packs, that we had no trouble imagining

[lapsedmodernist]

anthrochica: Ahhh, gmail is freaking me out; you know those "targeted" ads
anthrochica: I don´t know what kind of emails I have been writing, but apparently I am the target audience for this:
The Ayn Rand Institute
Essays on terrorism from the point of view of Ayn Rand's philosophy.
www.aynrand.org
pnts: where are the essays on terrorism?
anthrochica: oh lord I don´t know, I am afraid to click on it
anthrochica: I am sure if you google terrorism and Ayn Rand it will come up
anthrochica: probably some horror by Leonard Peikoff or something
pnts: bingo.
anthrochica: really?
pnts: uh huh
anthrochica: well then
pnts:
"End States Who Sponsor Terrorism"
Tuesday, October 2, 2001
By: Leonard Peikoff
anthrochica: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
pnts: lol
anthrochica: oh man, I just wrote about it IN an email, so now it´s all going to go meta and I will be bombarded by Ayn Rand products ad nauseum ad infinatum
pnts: oi.
anthrochica: indeed.
pnts: did you ever suspect, back in the days of roark, that it would all end up like this?
anthrochica: like what? terrified of my own email account?
pnts: gmail, leonard p., and terrorism + objectivism.
pnts: yeah. pretty much.
anthrochica: no, did you?
pnts: my imagination could not have gone that far.

Comments

[bluerosesgirl.livejournal.com]

Jetpacks all over the friendslist!
http://www.phdcomics.com/jetpack/main.php?comicid=14

[schrodingersgnu.livejournal.com]

Could be worse... I was happily sitting in the office I shared with three lovely ladies, innocently doing research on polymerization catalyts. A few googles later on the topics "vinyl" and "rubber", my browser switched ads to porn... Which I didn't realize until one of the girls wondered what the hell I was doing.

Imagination wise - yeah, I pretty much figured that sooner or later porn would get me in trouble. Just didn't think I would be completely innocent...

[mjmj.livejournal.com]

> pnts: my imagination could not have gone that far.

that reminds me of a scene in the movie (documentary?) "crumb" (about the cartoonist r. crumb) in which he's describing one particularly ugly and depressing urban landscape. he's saying that the drawings aren't fictional, but taken from real places because "you can't think up stuff this ugly."