Here's my magic me page. everything there is to know about me will never be known until the day I die, but some random and (arguably) interesting factoids can induce familiarity and make strangers more comfortable, so look at all my catergories.
I really want to be a member of the anime and manga wikiproject, but until i actually submit something it's a no go. i'd like to THINK i'm a member, though.
I've developed a theory that I call call The Wilson Effect. It's closely tied to Myspace, but it also applies to blogs of any kind. The theory goes like this: Have you ever seen Cast Away with Tom Hanks? It's about a normal delivery guy whose plane crashes in the middle of the ocean. He swims to a tiny deserted island and manages to survive on his own for 4 years. For the first few weeks he fights to keep his sanity, and eventually a very innocent Wilson brand volleyball washes up on shore (the word "wilson" is emblazoned in gold right on the surface of the ball). Slowly, through isolation, deprivation and sheer will, Tom Hanks' character gives the volleyball a personality, and treats it as he would a close friend. Of course the volleyball is completely inert and mute, but still the lonely dude talks with it, plays with it, etc etc.
The point is, Myspace can have a similar effect on certain people. let's say for instance that Average Joe posts some pictures, blogs, bulletins, etc. and continues to do so with absolutely NO feedback from other users. Eventually Joe starts to think that people actually really care. He keeps writing lengthy posts and talking about the game last night, or whatever. But Myspace is just like Wilson; completely inert, unchallenging, unmoving, uncaring. Myspace will digest all that banter with nothing more that a very brief wait. So consequently, Joe starts to think that everything he says is important. mayhaps that aspect will spill over into other areas of his life, making him a creepy, lonely guy who doesn't know when to shut up.
When this happens, I call it "The Wilson Effect."
It can have pretty much infinitely variable degrees of severity, much like Douglas Adam's concept of the speed R, which is, in the galactic scale of things, a speed consistent with being about five minutes late. Of course it depends entirely on what you're late for and where in the Galaxy (or in your town) it's located. Consequently the speed R is pretty much infinitely variable.
stupid volleyball...