A Geek Misled...

Revenge of the Fallen- and it€™s lazy acronym ROFL for a few months now without casting them so much as a second glance. How careless: I mean I€™m relatively new to this blogging universe, but even my shaky knowledge of internet speak recognises the Rolls On Floor Laughing slang. So, what am I supposed to think of Bay€™s sequel? That it€™s a laugh a minute romp with extra-terrestrial robots- set against the backdrop of networking sites and sweaty palmed geeks pretending to be something they€™re not? Because if not, this looks like an almighty oversight in the marketing department. ZOMG! Way to undermine the seriousness of the project there chaps. Unless it€™s some kind of self-conscious nod towards the integrated universes of internet dorks and film geeks who will one day triumphantly inherit the world together. Something tells me that wasn€™t the case. I hear the early rejected concepts were of a similar ilk- I Can Haz Transformers, Transformers 2: The n00b Batch and Transformers FTW hit the scrap heap after they tested poorly. Is this an ominous indication of what we can expect in the future? When Hollywood abandons her ridiculous fascination with boardgames, and finally gets with the programme in terms of what the kids are spending all their time doing, it can only be a matter of time before Facebook: The Movie hit€™s the screens. I imagine a time when everyone in the world is happily networking the shit out of each other, the excitement coming out of them like warm cottage cheese- a time when it will be possible to sit in a room with four people and not have to actually talk to them in real life because your all looking at each others tits on Facebook anyway. Good times. A far away Jonathon Swift style dystopian fantasy? Not if Alistair Darling€™s promise to plough an ungodly amount of money into making sure everyone in Britain has broadband connection capability actually comes to fruition. I don€™t mean to bite the hand that feeds me- worldwide accessible internet connectivity is a damn good thing- but with the de-evolution of youthful intellect (it isn€™t a coincidence that reality TV and gossip rags are king) you can only imagine one outcome. My recognition of the ROFL acronym was meant satirically, but if networking and bastardised blogspeak follow the inevitable trend and become de rigueur, that recognition will become effortless as internet acronyms replace proper language. And then Hollywood really will have to pander to this almighty fad.