THE HELL I FACE WHEN THE INTERNET GOES DOWN
by Todd Hartley
This morning, as I sit down and write this column, my worst fears have come true. The Internet is down and I am left with naught but my own imagination for inspiration. There will be no stories of morons doing their moronity, scientists passing off speculation as truth or college crybabies whining that their feelings got hurt. This morning, I’m all alone, and it’s terrifying.
By the way, when I say that this constitutes “my worst fears,” I’m speaking, um — damn it, I need to look up a word — but anyway, I don’t really mean it. Obviously, I have much worse fears, but it might give you an idea of how outrageously First World my problems are that I can even count the Internet being down as something I worry about. Read the rest of this entry →