I’ve basically been completely away from the internets since Saturday morning, and I realized the same thing I realize every time I don’t log on to something for more than 24 hours: I don’t really miss it. Like, at all. As much as I covet information, and as handy as it is for me to be able to keep in touch with people and spew opinions and snark all over computer screens, it’s somehow liberating not to feel plugged in all the time. What’s funny is that I think most people ultimately agree with me (see? isn’t that funny?). So I’m not really sure why we do this to ourselves, except that we can’t stop. Already, I can feel myself being pulled back in to this interweb obsession, and it won’t be long before I’m vomiting all sorts of nonsense on these pages again.
But it’s true that not only did I not care about checking all of my zillions of websites and networks while I was away, I actually had a negative physical reaction when I decided that maybe, yeah, I should probably look at my email, just in case. I didn’t feel good, and I still kind of don’t, and yet here I am.
What I’m really trying to say is that I didn’t miss talking to you.
Fletch
Jeremy
Zack!
joshuastough
pfe115
vkoneonefive
Ahh, but we missed you. So now the love affair is real. The fact the relationship is no longer evenly reciprocated tells us as much. Enter, the “granny panties”, and now we must determine if exchanging our beer goggles for our plain old prescriptions will allow the pendulum to swing far enough back to help us find love that isn’t based on newness.
I bet discussing our feelings openly and listening to each other could help us out. Hope we all have learned how to do that. And to those who might be inclined to think otherwise, communicating definitely is NOT(emphasis mine) a sign of weakness.
Yes we can.
OK, well, YOU I missed, Nut.
Leisurely but otherwise silent morning, Nutmeg?
Grab your anti-android rifles, boys!
From the title, I thought this post was going to be about Jesse Ventura.
Or perhaps Larry’s chickens.
There’s a small chance I was, in fact, surfing with Gov. Ventura.
But, he wasn’t.