Overkill Killing the Times

When Dai Jakes was 15, things were a lot different. There was no interwebz for one, and things like Twitter and Blackberry did what they said on the tin; birds tweeted and blackberries were made into pie and eaten with cream. If you were a fan of anything, you usually had to wait a while to learn whatever it was you were a fan of was doing. For instance Mr Jakes was into heavy metal but had to wait for Metal Hammer or Kerrang! to come out before hearing what Iron Maiden were up to that week.
And you want to know something? I kind of miss it. I could take it in better because it was bite sized. These days I can find out what all the singers and guitarists are doing every five minutes and truth be told its overwhelming. Quite boring too in one way as the BREAKING NEWS plods on in endless Tweets and Facebook feeds. Relentless like a mad typewriter overdosing on words. The excitement has gone, fled no doubt in fear of being drowned by the constant updates.
Now all this is fine if you happen to be a teenager with the enthusiasm those years bring, but to those of us reaching into the scrensavers of our forties, its not so much fun. Of course we can turn off everything and go back to buying weekly magazines but this is the future, the interwebz is here to stay so we might as well get used to information overload. Perhaps this is the trigger that will send mankind all crazy come the much speculated end of the world?
Too much information. It can be very liberating and empowering but there is a danger that it can also lead to stripping of all that was previously mysterious, leaving a bland landscape, devoid of adventure.
Too much information. Approach with care.

**And just to be clear, Dai Jakes loves the web. Being a blog, it is it lifesblood and readers can also find us elsewhere online.