This morning the wind gusts, the rain falls, though without much determination, and the umbilical cord that connects me to the whole wide world is inoperative.
This reduces my computer to a pretty thin repertoire of skills that include music player, word processor, calculator and Free Cell dealer.
My morning is going to be changed drastically. Were I properly equipped, I would be checking my email to make sure my morning walk is still on with my neighbor D. Then I would be reading "My Daily Comics" from Comics.com, checking on the "Astronomy Picture of the Day" and looking in over at the animal shelter to see if there are any new dogs that might fit the bill for us. I would be reading diaries, checking my bank balance, popping in at Little Green Footballs for the latest political commentary and skimming the Drudge Report the the headlines of the day. . . All this before breakfast.
It just dawned on me that some of the appeal of the internet is that is seems very much like a spy network in my very own room. Now to be sure, it's a benign spy network (at least in my case). But it is a bit voyeuristic in its way you must admit. And add to that the fact that we are sitting in front of a device that allows us to plug into a very powerful research tool. A veritable Encyclopedia Globactica! This is possible because a phalanx of geeks and creeps, scholars and dunderheads, experts and enthusiasts, archivists and perverts, are dedicated to shoving all manner of information onto the webwork so that we may indulge our every curiosity. Be it something sublime like quotes from Shakespeare or ridiculous like how many M&M's are in a one pound bag.*
But alas, at the moment, I cannot do any of these scintillating activities, because our internet connection is down. I am instead scratching out these words in my really real journal with a fountain pen. As a matter of fact I am doing said scratching on one of the last few pages remaining in this journal. In a day or so, I will have to rummage through my blank journal stash in the bottom drawer of my desk for the next honored candidate. I have five to choose from. (One never wants to be caught with a fully inked fountain pen, a great idea, and no proper place to write it down!)
Tut tut! Unthinkable!
Hark! What is this I hear?
The dulcet tones of "Whisper of a Thrill" from the movie "Meet Joe Black" wafting through the air from my computer room. This can only mean one thing.
I have email!
I gotta go now.
Electrons call.
*I looked it up. The answer is 405 M&M's to the pound. Everyone can now breathe a sigh of relief knowing that you are well informed......
For the time being.
Until we get curious as to how many Reese's Peanut Butter Cups are in a pound bag.... Gotta go.
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This reduces my computer to a pretty thin repertoire of skills that include music player, word processor, calculator and Free Cell dealer.
My morning is going to be changed drastically. Were I properly equipped, I would be checking my email to make sure my morning walk is still on with my neighbor D. Then I would be reading "My Daily Comics" from Comics.com, checking on the "Astronomy Picture of the Day" and looking in over at the animal shelter to see if there are any new dogs that might fit the bill for us. I would be reading diaries, checking my bank balance, popping in at Little Green Footballs for the latest political commentary and skimming the Drudge Report the the headlines of the day. . . All this before breakfast.
It just dawned on me that some of the appeal of the internet is that is seems very much like a spy network in my very own room. Now to be sure, it's a benign spy network (at least in my case). But it is a bit voyeuristic in its way you must admit. And add to that the fact that we are sitting in front of a device that allows us to plug into a very powerful research tool. A veritable Encyclopedia Globactica! This is possible because a phalanx of geeks and creeps, scholars and dunderheads, experts and enthusiasts, archivists and perverts, are dedicated to shoving all manner of information onto the webwork so that we may indulge our every curiosity. Be it something sublime like quotes from Shakespeare or ridiculous like how many M&M's are in a one pound bag.*
But alas, at the moment, I cannot do any of these scintillating activities, because our internet connection is down. I am instead scratching out these words in my really real journal with a fountain pen. As a matter of fact I am doing said scratching on one of the last few pages remaining in this journal. In a day or so, I will have to rummage through my blank journal stash in the bottom drawer of my desk for the next honored candidate. I have five to choose from. (One never wants to be caught with a fully inked fountain pen, a great idea, and no proper place to write it down!)
Tut tut! Unthinkable!
Hark! What is this I hear?
The dulcet tones of "Whisper of a Thrill" from the movie "Meet Joe Black" wafting through the air from my computer room. This can only mean one thing.
I have email!
I gotta go now.
Electrons call.
*I looked it up. The answer is 405 M&M's to the pound. Everyone can now breathe a sigh of relief knowing that you are well informed......
For the time being.
Until we get curious as to how many Reese's Peanut Butter Cups are in a pound bag.... Gotta go.
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