It's Not Such A Wide Webby World: Part 1
Ok. So, I have to write a blog entry about the history of the Internet, and I will...tomorrow. First, I have to preface that assignment with this story: I just watched a newsclip of a moose wandering around Maine on my computer. Here, I'll start at the beginning.
I was looking at my friend Anna's blog intothewildblueyonder to see if she had written anything lately (forgetting that she hadn't because bloglines didn't say so), when I noticed for the first time that she has a list of links to some of her favorite things under her picture. I went to my profile to see if I could add some of my favorite links to my profile, but couldn't figure out how to do it. (Anna, if you're reading this, could you help me?) As I was scrolling down my dashboard page, I noticed that the lovely people at blogspot had given me a list of other blogs to read, one of which was called LibraryThing. Of course I was intrigued and clicked on it.
WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING:
This is where my story gets very sad.
Apparently, LibraryThing lives in Maine and witnessed the death of a moose today. In his blog he gives an account of what happened, as far as he could tell, but also provides a link to the story as it appeared in the news. This link contains text and a video of the moose wandering around. I didn't watch the whole thing, because it supposedly got hit by a car and being the animal-lover that I am, I couldn't bear to see that.
But that's when it hit me: I'm sitting on my bed at midnight listening to Bill Monroe and His Bluegrass Boys and watching a newsclip of a moose wandering around a city in Maine on my computer when I don't even watch the news on my tv at 5 or 6 o'clock about things that happen in Chicago. How crazy is that? How wonderful is that?
But I'm really sorry that the moose had to die.