Just been watching Apocalypse Now again. It occurred to me that the modern equivalent of the start of the movie, with Willard drunkenly doing his martial arts maneuvers, punching the mirror, and pouring whiskey down his throat would be sitting down at at a desk, downloading amputee porn, masturbating until you couldn't get a hard-on anymore, and sending crazed SMS messages to everybody in your address book. And then sending tweets to say you'd just done all that. How blessed we are to live in this age of wonders