Internet culture

I've been working on a brilliant idea for a social networking site. It's revolutionary. I call it "The Pub."

Thanks to the miracle of convergent technologies you don't even need a desktop computer, you can use your cell phone or even a land-line. Send someone a text message or use a voice call and invite them to "The Pub."

I swear the Internet is robbing me of intelligence. I try to avoid running in the special olympics, but just the very act of reading though and looking at the volume of mediocre crap to find the occasional gem is rotting my mind. It's the mental equivalent of black-lung. Tiny particles of idiocy are piling up in the corners of my mind, forming into dust-bunnies of stupidity. The dunce-bunnies are arming themselves with the armour from pencil-drawn Manga-style anthropomorphic horse and kitty warriors from deviantART.