The Good Big Brother

Beer cups at your feet, revelers around you, street lamps painting your beer-flushed face, you have no expectation of privacy. You stand, inebriated, on a street corner. You are not at home.

In your underwear, unshaven, bleary-eyed and wandering, you body surf the web. You bigfoot through the etheral streets and leave your footprints where you step. You are screen-hypnotized on a pseudo-street corner. You are at home, but you're not at home.

I bring it up only to generalize a recent revelation. Rapid Eye Reality is available to the world. And it is being watched.

While the nation's law enforcement most likely don't give a diddley-damn about my drunken college days or tired work disatisfaction, someone in the nation's military was a little curious about my recent writings on the Washinton Sniper.

Someone with access to military computer servers (I believe specifically the Department of Defense) spent 2:28 on RER after having searched for things involving the Washington Sniper.

Maybe I'm wrong...maybe someone I know just happens to have a neato military computer serve through which they read RER. If so, tell me who you are. If not...

Howdy, Big Bro.

And good luck.