Current mood:	blah
Current music:	Sapphire, Mau's cat, in the other room.

The internet...
I feel like I'm at least two years behind everyone else.
It's stupid, but it bothers me.
I pick up on memes years late. I didn't realize that Lolcats were actually a thing until last summer. The same week that I discovered their absurd hilarity, I realized that most of them actually aren't that funny because, as it turns out, most people who spend all day taking pictures of their cats just aren't that funny.
I recently got into the PostSecret thing only to realize, that, HEY, there's an LJ community full of that shit...
...Also, for some reason, because all of the secrets are posted, it's whiny and obnoxious, instead of sweet and funny and sad, because not everybody on LiveJournal has compelling or even relevant secrets.
But everyone on the internet has already realized this. Now Lolcats are just used to tell trolls to GTFO, just as the weepy, self-important "scene" (wtf is "scene", anyway, guys?) girls laden with faux eating disorders and iPhone envy who pour their shame into MS Paint are to be mocked maliciously.
Which is how it should be. Unfunny things can be funny in the context of telling a bitch that she's being a bitch and it's more interesting to talk shit about shallow people than coddle them.
Of course, when the next years-old meme catches my eye, chances are, I'll think it's great until SomethingAwful tells me that it's obnoxious.

I've come to realize that the internet and I are drifting apart.

When I was eleven the internet was my best friend. In fact, when I was eleven, the internet was my only friend.

Now the internet is like the buddy yI haven't seen in a while. The one that I try to show this AWESOME FUNNY SHIT to and when I realize they aren't laughing, they say "Oh, yeah. I haven't seen this in like three years. Yeah, I used to think it was funny, but I guess it just got old."