Why is the internet so goshdarn complicated?
Being the type of person who’s always been good at getting ‘puters to do what I want them to, whenever I try to understand the workings of the internet, it never fails to surprise me how quickly my brain explodes.
While I’m sure it’s just to do with the fact that I’ve never really been sat down and told what all the different terms are and what they mean, I still believe that the internet has about the same amount of terms that a first-year medical student learns. MySQL, IP addresses, FTP, Proxies — sometimes even *bandwidth* confuses me.
What I don’t really understand is why we can’t just have a big, central repository that contains all the data which lots of cables link up to. When we access a website, we access the big repository. I think it would look almost pretty. And I reckon the simplicity of it all would be even -more- beautiful. No scary terms. No random assortment of letters dumped casually together by techie people when discussing google.
But no, it just can’t work like that. Not with the Perl, XHTML and the C++ and the rest of the craziness. No way José. Frankly, I think this fundamentally comes down to the question-mark-raising that occurs whenever I try to process the idea that a computer is run on 1′s and 0′s . I mean, seriously, you’re telling me that a computer is just a big long chain of binary? Next you’ll be telling me that everything is made up of super teeny, tiny things called ‘Atoms’ or ‘Xenus’ or ‘Tweets’.
But I digress.
To frame this in a way that’s less ranty: for the past week or so I’ve been pondering over the idea of changing my little blog’s undies to big boy boxers. By this, I mean getting myself a domain and hosting and all the other ‘stuff’ that comes with having your own site. Oh, and some blog design, too.
I mean, having a wordpress blogger blog is fine and all. But really? Having a site all to oneself with no .detracting-extension on the end of one’s blog’s name, to me, draws the line between a rookie blog and a pro blog.
Though the last time I considered myself a “pro” was when I also used ‘lol’ as if it was a period.
But -anyway-.
While I continue to flail about with the internet, I pray that some guardian angel out there, who has absolutely nothing better to do, can grace my little brain with divine e-intervention. Or, you know, maybe even a spam queen called Shelly Ryan who sells scammy products to point me in the right direction.
