On The Gambler Look-alike Website.

I am sitting in a cubicle in my office building, it's 12:42 a.m., and I'm printing and assembling a 7000 page document which, if the planets align and my poor workhorse of printer does not melt into an inky heap upon my desk, will be well on its way to the FDA this time tomorrow. As I sit here, inhaling ink particles and nursing paper cuts, I'm amazed at the power of the computer. I realize the groundbreaking nature of that statement, but it's so true I think it needs to be stated more often. Think about it: Here am I, in an office building in Louisville, KY, and at my fingertips I have access to nearly limitless resources of information and tools of communication. If I so chose, I could read virtually any published book, or I could publish my own. There isn't a fact or factoid which I could not track down. Poetry, works of art, biography, scientific theory, great speeches and lectures, history, geography, theology, breaking and archived news -- it's all there, in a near instant. I could track down old friends or make myself available to be found. I can see live pictures from some distant waterfall, book and plan a trip to swim beneath that waterfall, and order the clothes which I'll wear and the books I'll read on my trip and have them sitting on my back porch within 24 hours. (In the interest of full disclosure, a waterfall would probably not be my first destination of choice, but it seems exotic.) A window for a high quality scan of a Da Vinci masterpiece, one for Shakespeare, one for the Drudge Report, another for Al Mohler's blog, all no more than four clicks away. It's available, it's easy and it's fast.

Yet, with all of the potential and wonder and power that the Internet age brings, why, oh why, do I find myself spending so much energy and time perusing sites like this:

http://www.menwholooklikekennyrogers.com/

Why is the power of instant communication most fascinating and useful for the passage of time when it allows me to enjoy Country Music Legend Look-alikes? Perhaps it's the lack of sleep or the particles of toner attaching themselves to my frontal lobe, or maybe it's even the harsh fluorescent, prison-style lighting, but I submit that it doesn't get much better than a site dedicated to something as universally identifiable as people who bear varying degrees of resemblance to The Gambler!

P.S. After further review of the Kenny Rogers Doppelganger site, I've concluded it probably is the tonor poisoning talking, and I would choose to peruse almost anything else over a faux-Kenny gallery, but it's still a pretty good idea!