So, how does it feel to be immortal?

More and more often I emerge back into so called real world to realise that it's already happened, when we were not paying attention, fascinated by the shiny lights and new horizons. Humans went digital.

Who needs some complicated nanotechnology to map your brain and reconstruct it in hypothetical cyberspace? There's Second Life and World of Warcraft and OGame. There's virtual casinoes, cafes and dating rooms. There's blogs, foras and chat rooms on any topic any mind can think of. There's Facebook , Twitter and YouTube. You can talk and shop and lead a life you always wanted. It's all in your pocket, all accessible 24/7, evolving tired, disillusioned us into shiny, happy people.

And as we live in a culture terrified by death, no wonder we dodge grey reality to search for immortality. Because for the first time in the history of human race, it is within our reach. Kind of. Everything you type, all the photos you are on and all these silly mobile camera clips will stay on the internet forever.

And who knows? Maybe in 5-10 years your flesh and blood social status will be equal to your status in a MMORPG. Maybe it will be more important to score 10 000 000 000th Facebook comment, create the most impressive 30second movie clip and design the most popular backgrounds for Photobucket than have a family, career, good holidays. You will be as important as your digital portfolio of comments, smileys and likes.

And maybe it has already happened, too...

Bloodsuckers and dogs.

Just finished third book of the famous Twilight tetralogy.

Spoilers ahead. And a heavy dose of disgruntle.

The story is not bad, could be an interesting take on the old theme, but...

Main character - a whiny, weak, needy teenager, constantly grumpy with people and with serious social issues thanks to her whiny, weak, needy mother - gets in trouble faster than an rpg character with drastically lowered 'luck' stat and requires to be rescued over and over again, which results in many soppy scenes of fear (unnecessary as the object of her so called love is quickly defined as indestructible)/tearful love declarations/cuddles.Yaaurgh (sound of a prolonged yawn combined with teeth grinding). So called love is dubious at best, as in the very first book it is explained that vampires secret some sort of pheromones to make hunting prey easier so it can all be interpreted as a bit of fun with a drugged girl for the bored vampire. And, why consciously choose a cold, hard, corpse like thing (issues again of more seriously deviant nature..?) over a hot (literally), muscly guy that can also turn into a pony sized wolf that you can ride? So, funnily enough, main character kills the book, just like the actress playing main character killed the movies :D.

And the urge to have sex with something that has no blood circulation..? Well, good luck with that...