Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do. Love living in the Networked World. After all, I have spent much of my professional life helping cobble it together in my own inchoate way.

But sometimes I need to play the role of fuddy duddy, and just crank and complain and whine and snark about stuff. And then I feel better and can go back about my business. That’s pretty much how it works. I know this because I come from a long line of fuddy duddies, going back to my great grandfather, Valentine Bonifer, who would not let his children play his baritone horn, to my grandmother, Mom Henke, who refused to cook frogs’ legs because she thought frogs were possessed by the devil, right on through my old man, Cowboy Bob, who’d fly off the handle when I refused to re-mount a horse that had just done its level best to kill me.

And now me. The fuddy duddy string is strong and every now and then it must be plucked. So… (more…)