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Science fiction horror scenarios spring from the basic premise that too much technology will eventually enslave us as opposed to liberate or make us better people. The Dune universe was a direct result of a world where computers took over and subjected human beings. George Lucas‘s THX1138 envisioned a world of people in the thrall of television and consumerism that drove people to numb themselves with antidepressants.

And then there was Logan’s Run, where babies were chipped at birth and their every movement monitored until they reached the useless age of 30 and were dispatched for the amusement of others.

Today people willingly tag themselves with GPS enabled phones that they delude themselves into believing are helpful tools. They are aided and abetted in their fantasy by apps.

There’s an app for everything, and they make the loss of freedom and downtime feel okay.

But they are really just the first toehold on a slide that leads to  that proverbial glided cage.

And the scariest thing is the excitement. This guy thinks this nightmare of a world is an awesome leap forward for mankind. Personally, I think life as an uber-trained gerbil might push me into active anarchy.

But here’s what truly should frighten thinking people.

“… imagine what skilled game designers could do with this …”

Imagine that. If you have the stomach for it and don’t mind giving yourself nightmares from all the paranoid conspiracy theories that naturally flow from entertaining such notions.

And then imagine them selling this to your government – not the most ethical bunch of people on the planet – and worse, imagine what the business world will … is already in come instances … do with this.

Being a gerbil is fine, if you are born a gerbil, but human beings who aren’t allowed to think for themselves, and are expected to live on the equivalent of a Sisyphean treadmill, will be a scary bat-shit crazy bunch.

It looks though as if we’ve set the path for our children and theirs and the best we can do is hope that the Mayans were right. Or perhaps wish upon a solar flare to cause an emp to reset the clock and buy us time.

Anniegirl 1138 is a moniker I created for myself out of desperation when trying to register as a member of a message board for young widowed people. My first choice was just Annie, but being common and simple, it was already in use.

I then fell back on Anniegirl which was the name I used years ago at BabyCenter when I was trying to get pregnant for the first time. Unsurprisingly it too was already spoken for, though in the many months I was posting at the YWBB, I never ran across the poster whose name that was.

Finally, I struck upon the idea of simply adding numbers to the end of the name I wanted to use. And I wanted to use Anniegirl. It is actually a nickname that goes back farther even then BabyCenter. It was first given to me when I was a third year teacher by a counselor I was working with in a middle school at-risk program. Her name was Karla and she was in the habit of nicknaming everyone she knew and liked. She first called me Anniegirl and we struck up a friendship that last for several years and even though we are no longer close friends – she still calls me that.

 The random number thing was a tough one however. I have a difficult time remembering my own cell phone number (okay – confession – I can’t remember my cell number at all which is why it is a good thing that my husband knows it by heart). I chose 1138 after the George Lucas film THX1138. Why I can remember George Lucas’s college phone number and not my own cell number is a mystery, but there you have it – Anniegirl1138.

Generally speaking I am as ego-centric as anyone in the blogosphere and maybe moreso. I began blogging at MSN Spaces during the summer of 2006. It was a place to put my angst and I had plenty of it at the time, and to get back into the habit of writing everyday. I eventually moved on to dotmac where I still maintain a blog and it’s doppleganger at blogger, and now I am here.

This blog will, hopefully, not be about angst. I am tired of it. Not that I don’t still have angsty critters knocking about the recesses of my being, but I am in need of …….. something different. Oh, I tried politics at the Des Moines Register blog site during the weeks leading up to the Caucases, but despite what most of the Canadians I live amongst seem to think – I don’t have a deep and abiding interest in the running of my homeland. I trust that someone will do it – badly – and that I and my descedants will bankroll this with the sweat of our brows and the ache in our backs – but for the most part, it falls somewhere inbetween amusing and scary-ass surreal.

I don’t have a hobby – aside from writing which is more of a complusion really. I don’t live in a big city, so I can’t scope out great food kiosks as I have read one guy in New York does to his greater financial good. I don’t go to the movies or concerts often enough to review them. In fact, I don’t even watch TV anymore. So, the idea of making this blog topical or cultural or helpful in any widespread way just won’t work.

My personal blog is about my widowed journey and my remarriage. Not titilating stuff for the non-widowed of the world – who in my age group vastly outnumber those of us who have lost a spouse. And though second marriage is common enough these days, I wouldn’t be much of a resource for those who are divorced. Our experiences are just not the same once you get past the superficial. And you get past that quick.

So, I imagine this blog will be as egocentric as the majority, and that might be enough reason for some of you to check it out and perhaps stick around for a while.