Don’t think the irony of this comic escapes me. Here I am, blogging about a webcomic I promoted via email, Facebook and Twitter, and yet the comic is critical of the internet. What a hypocrite, right? Well, let me tell you why I drew this comic.
The other night I was on Goodreads.com, a site where you can rate all the books you’ve read and see what your friends have read and are reading, and I realized something: Someone could hop online, browse around, and (without ever reading a single one of my comics) find out everything about me. All the books I’ve read, all the movies I’ve seen, the TV shows I’ve watched, the music I listen to, all the people I know. And I put this stuff out there, and seem to enjoy doing it. But why? Why is there pleasure derived from organizing and categorizing everything? Sometimes I’ll sit down at my computer and organize my iTunes playlists for two hours. It seems like fun at the time, but when I’m done, my back hurts, and I’m not really in a great mood. Or a bad mood. I’m just kinda… there. And yet I’m drawn to this sort of thing. Yay, I just rated every book I’ve ever read! Whoopee! Why is it fun? Why do I do it?
And that’s what this strip is about. It was a reminder to myself that an hour living life is a million times better than an hour spent recording it.
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