A 12 Step Program for the Web

(1) I will have a cup of coffee in the morning and read my newspaper like I use to, before the Web.

(2) I will eat breakfast with a knife and fork and not with one hand typing.

(3) I will get dressed before noon.

(4) I will make an attempt to clean the house, wash the dog, get the kids off to school, all before even thinking of the Web.

(5) I will sit down and write a letter to those unfortunate few friends and family that are Web-deprived.

(6) I will call someone on the phone that I cannot contact via the Web.

(7) I will read a book...if I still remember how.

(8) I will listen to those around me and their needs and stop telling them to turn the TV down so I can hear the music on the Web.

(9) I will not be tempted during TV commercials to check for email.

(10) I will try and get out of the house at least once a week, if it's necessary or not.

(11) I will remember that my bank is not forgiving if I forget to balance my checkbook because I was too busy on the Web.

(12) Last, but not least, I will remember that I must go to bed some time...

...and the Web will always be there tomorrow!

~source unknown




Welcome To The E-Mail Wonderland


(Sing to the tune of "Walking In A Winter Wonderland")

Another"ping",
Are you listening'?
PC screen
Is a glistenin"
With icons so bright,
They light up the night;
Welcome to the e-mail wonderland!

Gone away
Are the hall talks.
Here to stay,
Is the IN-BOX.
Flagged "urgent, please read!"
And "answer with speed!"
Welcome to the e-mail wonderland!

In the morning e-mails start to add up.
No lunch now 'cause messages abound.
Click away and hope the server stays up:
You can't do your job if it goes down.

10 P.M.,
You're not tired.
The caffeine's
Got you wired.
The day's not complete,
Till the last delete;
Welcome to the e-mail wonderland!

In the morning e-mails start to add up.
No lunch now 'cause messages abound.
Click away and hope the server stays up;
You can't do your job it it goes down.

(full orchestra, big finish, bring it home)

Until you
Are retired,
The same old grind
Is required.
You'll face unafraid,
That message parade.
Welcome to the e-mail wonderland!
~Author Unknown



Bless Our Computer Friends


Inside my computer...
There is more than odds and ends.
Inside these millions of components...
There are a hundred loving friends.
Some it's true I've never seen
While others have frequented my dreams.
We've never shaken hands or hugged, and yet
I know for sure they love me by the kindnesses I get.
By faith is how I know them...
Much the same as how I now know you.
My computer is how I get to where they live
And now I share in the life experiences they give.
So, if it's ok with you...
Can you please take a minute from your busy duties
To bless all of our computers filled with love,
All our old friends who are like gold...
And the new computer friends we will soon behold...
May The Spirit Of Love And Friendship Fill Your Every Day!


~Author Unknown


Friends Without Faces


We sit and we type,              
       ...and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder,             
       ...what this possibly means.

With our mouse we roam,              
       ...through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone,               
       ...as we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other,               
       ...we type all our woes
Small groups we do form,               
       ....and gang up on our foes.

We wait for somebody,               
       ....to type out our name
We want recognition,               
       ...but it is always the same.

We give kisses and hugs,                
       ...and sometimes flirt
In PMs we chat deeply,               
       ...and reveal why we hurt.

We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships,               
       ...will flourish and grow.

Why is it on screen,                
       ...we can be so bold
Telling our secrets,                
       ...that have never been told?

Why is it we share,                
       ...the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see,               
       ...as though we were blind?

The answer is simple,                
       ...it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems,               
       ...and need someone to tell.

We can't tell real people,                
       ...but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter,                
       ...and to those we can trust.

Even though it is crazy,                
       ...the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces,               
       .....and odd little names.

~ Richard Geyer ~



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