Is my secret Knuckelrock shame really shameful? Or should I give myself up to Twitter?

While playing my nine new iTunes songs, the iTunes made me listen to Nickelback's If today was your last day?

Although I note there isn't a question mark in the song title.

Which kinda sums it all up for me.

I am the kind of person who thinks that you should put a friggin' question mark at the end of a question.

Therefore, Nickelback OFFENDS ME.

Because they are the worst kind of kock rock.

I am a girl who knows her Killers from her Kings of Leon; her Cary Brothers from her Kathleen; her K'naan from her Kaos.

But still, when I listen to a Nickelback song, my body escapes from me and sort of twists around like a teenager at his first disco.

Which further OFFENDS ME.

Because I am being marketed.

And I friggin' hate being marketed.

On a sidebar, I also noticed that the song is edging towards that christian rock crap that's going on in Canada right now, a Nickelback finds god kinda thing which I was really hoping NB would ignore.... but no... they've crunched the numbers and moved slightly to the righteous.

But anyways, I have a secret Nickelback shame. Which I can indulge because I am pledged to a man who thinks NB is great. And ToaD. Which is also a secret shame of mine - Santa Monica being the Chocolate Lake anthem of course.

And 3 Doors Down.

But I really hate 3DD.

And Snow Patrol.

Retch...

So here's the rub.

I have a Twitter account.

I would die rather than tweet @Queenie_NS Nickelback playing while Queenie blogs her latest intellectual thoughts.

Why?

Because Twitter is a haiku-type format. That calls for irony or outrage or one of the other pithy emotions.

And NB is a personal, unexplainable vice that needs context in order to set up the necessary irony.

Which is not possible in a haiku.

Well not for my brain anyway.... submissions welcome btw....

I'm reading a great book at the moment, about the social history of Europe from 1648 - 1815.

It's so heavy I have to steal one of Himself's pillows to prop it up to read in bed.

The chapter I read last night was about manufacturing, and it extolled the invention of the cotton ginny/ jenny as the pivotal moment in wealth creation.

I can understand something like that.

Holy fuck... Mozart's Requiem just ended and faded into Nickelback. Waaagh!! Although nice to see iTunes is still as ironic as ever.

Apart from the fact that this fact was beaten into me in school by Jim Loftus (figuratively beaten of course), it's obvious. It created cheap clothes. It increased the role of the state in the affairs of the individual because manufacturers needed workers. It created opportunities for home-based work, which helped break not only the power of some of the guilds (thus unleashing innovation), but the concept of serfdom and the seigneur, and consequently helped ease the plight of European peasants.

Of course when you think about it, as Jim Loftus made us do back in the eighties, it was the reason for the huge spike in slave traffic as well.

So, it changed the way the world operated. It improved things for some poor people and disimproved things for others and ruined the lives of still others completely.

Nowadays, people talk about social media like it's the new cotton jinny.

I wish someone would write a book and explain why being able to talk to everyone all the time on a number of platforms is good for me. And bad for others. And devastating for another group.

Or vice versa.

Or just recommend the book if it's already written.

So I won't feel like I'm being marketed.

Which I have felt since 2001.

I suppose this is how you feel when you are living through a seismic shift in something or other.

I guess I better just live every day like it's my last... like a good littel knuckeldragger!