when i'm home i'm online all the time. which is why those rare occasions that i go away to a place where i am completely offline it feels so strange. i imagine a million important emails piling up in the inbox, waiting for my immediate response. not to mention blog comments begging for replies, undownloaded podcasts, and a hundred other things that need me--i'm not sure what those things are but they must be out there somewhere. all those things are in cyberspace somewhere, demanding my attention. i can almost hear them screaming my name. so when i finally get back, i run to the computer, only to find that almost nothing was worth running to see. what little i did have to deal with, took less than five minutes to take care of.
this internet thing really isn't all that big a deal after all. i guess i knew that, i just need an occasional reminder.