Internet, My Love Monster

Last night I read yesterday's post about Aunt Grace to Aunt Grace (she cried), and then I sent it to her, at her request. I enlarged the font, which she exclaimed she didn't even know one could do. She will make my Uncle Dave print it out because, I think, she's (actually they're both) afraid of "the machine," as she calls their computer. Amazing, but at least it means I don't have to worry about them reading my blog, right? The aforementioned goes into the category "Old People Are Soooooooooooo Cute."

As I write this, I'm listening (on my machine) to the famous and incredibly pretentious John Mullan interview Graham Swift, trying to tell Swift what his own novel The Light of Day is "about" and getting (go Graham, go!) a run for his money. Swift is by turns amused, bemused, and funny, and winds up saying things like "for goodness sakes; it's a love story!" in response to Mullan's penchant for restorying and reshaping Swift's novel(s). It reminds me of how much I like Graham Swift, even though his last novel Tomorrow disappointed me so dreadfully. It also reminds me of how much I love the Internet, even though I've sometimes gotten myself in trouble because of it.

Are you ambivalent about the Internet? Are you, like me, caught up short sometimes when you think about how much time you spend in Cyberspace, on the Information Super Highway? BTW, my composition students and I always have a chuckle when we talk about those last two terms.

In response to yesterday's comment, yes Mikey, I need to fly like a little bird, to be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, etcetera, etcetera. So, which one of the former is a movie reference?

Jess, remember Graham Swift? And can I vote more than once? I read a few of the other couples' posts and they pale in comparison to yours, so vague and wussy.

Friday Peace