ewww but it's so much creepier when you do it with him on air... when you do it with us, it's cheeky and naughty... with Kevin it's just... ewwww.

Reading that comment without paying proper attention to the post that spawned it suddenly conjured up all sorts of bizarre and horrible imagery.

Orgies mainly, in case you imagination doesn't work the same way mine does.

Suw, I've also sent you a text message. I'm now writing a comment telling you about that text message, because in a world where we get bombarded by information from every direction, the best way to get a message across is to bombard your target from many directions simultaneously. I shall forthwith be writing an email and then hiring a sky-writing plane.

I'm thinking of installing a large flashing highway sign ala LA Stories across from the flat so that we can be bombarded by messages from friends and random deities.

And it would save the cost of the sky-writing plane. Of course, we can always invest in one of those WiFi rabbits we saw in France. That might be cheaper than all of the above, but just barely.

Cam, Cam. When I do it with Kev, well... frankly, Vince makes a good point there.

Kev. How about having a small liquid crystal display implanted that connected via bluetooth or wifi? Then I could text you little reminders, like 'Don't forget to find Aquavit and spices for Thursday's Gluhwein'.

Hey - the Spence and Reilly link http://www.thepodcastnetwork.com/movie/ returns a "server not found" error....

Works ok for me. Maybe you just hit it during a hiccup.

Wifi rabbits? As in... a rabbit with a wireless connection to the internet? Now, I can see how the ears would work as antennas and I can see where the USB cable to connect it to your laptop would go, but surely the signal is at risk from myxamatomis?

For some reason I'm thinking that the communication problem isn't that you're lacking an L.A.Story highway sign across from your flat or LCD implants in the back of your hand, but rather that you've already got email, IRC, the web, text messages, blog comments, snail-mail, phone and possibly even face-to-face human conversation tying up the information-processing synapses of your brain.

Have you not seen the film Scanners? Admittedly it's only in the Director's Cut that you see those people head's explode because their email inbox had just topped one terabyte, their mobile phones had doubled in weight because of the number of unread text messages, they had 50 billion unread blog posts to catch up on and when, on top of all that, they catch someone looking at them funny, trying to process that one extra thought causes their brain to go the way of Divine Brown and blow.

Actually, it's suddenly struck exactly what this is. It's the socially-induced, human form of a Denial of Service attack. It's Smallpox for the 21st Century. It's a plague that's a-coming, I tell you, a plague!

Information overload? Surely not...

Vince, first didn't mean to say that messages from friends - and even messages from the odd minor deity - aren't important when I used the term bombard...sorry a bit of lax language on my part.

WiFi rabbit? Yes, the Nabaztag. For something like 130 euros it too can be yours. It can turn blue if your route to work is clear or red if there is congestion or delays on the Central line or some such. And wiggle its ears when your loved one is thinking of you or your business partner has a brilliant idea. It was created by a French 'smart object' company.

As for information overload, I am beginning to talk about myself like a website. I have only so much bandwidth to deal with requests, e-mails, work. The plague isn't just a-coming, I think I've got a rather chronic case.

Probably more lax language on my part - I didn't get the impression from your post that messages from friends weren't important.

It's just a signal to noise ratio thing. The bigger the general bombardment, the harder it is to pick out the important stuff. And harder still to pick out the really important stuff from the merely important stuff.

I checked out the rabbit. I find it disturbing, but I'm not sure why.