Farmville?

We are staying in a hotel in a town called Seilh on the outskirts of Toulouse. The hotel is a sort of golf resort, and out of our window we can see several holes of the course and the practice green where a lot of the instruction happens.

Talking with Boof over breakfast it's difficult to avoid cynically pointing out how masturbatory golf, and in fact most "sport" is. This was highlighted this morning by one of the breakfast-appropriate podcasts to which I subscribe, the NPR On Technology podcast. If you like the bits from NPR reporting about tech better than other bits then this is for you...it's not it's own original material, just a collection under a theme.

Farmville is a game on Facebook, but apparently that's old news since, according to this podcast some 60 million plus "active monthy users" already know about it. WTF!

(Here I will pause for you to change your shitfilled pants.)

In the process of discussing Farmville, the host editorialized about how this might be reflective of the fact that people fantasize about farming, and so few of us actually farm.

It's funny how NPR will editorialize about inane things but give uncritical, "equal time" for people to refute "controversial" topics like global warming or evolution. Anyway,

I think there's something to that idea, that people are on there to fantisize, but I would take it a step further and say that they are on there to exercize a need to contribute to society, and that the majority of them are doing what I call "made up" jobs.

In our culture there are those that produce and then there is the ever growing periphery. I am part of the periphery, too, so I'm not making fun, but it is interesting. This large group that services the people producing by selling for them or selling to them, and then someone in turn services that group and this goes on in massive concentric circles until you get to a huge group of people so distanced from actual productivity that they "play" Farmville.

Again, I'm not trying to go after these people. These days it's pretty necessary to masturbate to exercise unmet needs. If we all tried to produce or make a difference at once it would be like two fat people trying to get through a doorway at the same time. We are too rich, and these golfers are too rich. What they are doing is playing pool, but with more expensive equipment, and laid out over a hundred acres or so, likely employing dozens of grounds keepers etc. which makes a great euphamism for jizz moppers.

If your husband mops jizz all day, and comes home and wants to bitch about how the golfers get in his way....you have to take the edge off with a martini, I mean valium, I mean...Farmville.