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My Secret is Out


If it ain’t broke – don’t fix it I say!

So, I’m on dial –up...

I’ve always been on dial-up. I am one of perhaps only a dozen or so, world-wide, left on this wind-blasted, cold, forsaken island that I call D’Isle-Up.

Sure, faster access to the www would be nice. And I hear the ‘net is in colour, now. And I sure wish that I could get moving pictures off of that there YouTube.

But maybe I got somethin’ better…Maybe I got moxie, stick-to-it-tiveness and good old-fashioned loyalty.

And maybe I’m just cheap.

But while you’re all over there enjoying yourself on the MySpace; having cybersex with each other’s avatars on the Second Life; downloading episodes of According to Jim on the BitTorrent; I’m back here like flippin’ Prospero in the Tempest or perhaps The Professor on Gilligan’s Island, doing what I do, with an endurance and stoicism not seen since Rush Limbaugh’s fight with prescription painkiller abuse.

My name is Mr Trivia.

And I’m on dial-up.

Elevate the Insignificant



Graeme Watson said…
Your not alone Mr Trivia
Mister Trivia said…
Oh my God!

Walked out this morning, dont believe what I saw
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems Im not alone at being alone
Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home
Ill send an s.o.s. to the world
Ill send an s.o.s. to the world
Anonymous said…
You're so retro Mr Trivia!
Mister Trivia said…
Thanks bdodgey - some people say I'm backward, so being called retro sounds more like i planned things that way. Anything you stick with looks sad 8 years after the peak of it's popularity and then looks cool again once 15 years have passed.

Good luck to you in Retro London, by the way.

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