I don’t want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don’t want a tickle
‘Cause I’d rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don’t want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy…cle
?1968 Arlo Guthrie
The song makes me think of the past which gets me thinking of the future and while I really should be thinking of right now, you can see that my thoughts are much too busy for anything in the present. That said, what will the future hold for the Internet? While I don’t know with any certainty I think that terms like the World Wide Web will become archaic, like hearing your grandfather say ?I remember when we were all connected by wires and we had to click on a screen to get where we wanted to go.? Such revery would undoubtedly be comingled with cliches like ?back in ought-two? and other such blatherskite. Eyes will roll and generations-to-be will have images invoked of cavemen sitting around the monitor gnawing on raw meat and picking at their toes with bones from the day’s kill. ?Yes, we had the Internet when we were young, but we had to make our own out of mud and twigs.? this punctuated with a moisture-laden cough or snort for an added effect that will scare the little ones away faster than if one said ?Help me lance this carbuncle.?