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The internet is at least 90% about the rest of the internet. I could probably write a complete post about how I finally joined Facebook late last night (enabling Amanda to link to her husband at long last), about searching through the various networks for people I knew, and about fretting over which of them I knew well enough to want to be friends with. (For the record, the ones that tend to really induce hesitation are folks from AC, people whom I knew to varying degrees but am interested in catching up with.)

I could probably write a whole post about webcomics, and how Girl Genius is beautifully drawn and plotted, how Scary-Go-Round has a long legacy of handsome art and charming engagement with the supernatural, about how Goats manages humor and story with style and grace, or about how Dinosaur Comics are straight-up hilarious despite having used the same set of art for years.

I could write a post about how the habit of checking the ESPN website, acquired while working at a college bookstore in Ohio, has stuck with me, and how I prefer reading internet articles to actually watching most sports. I could write about the Onion and the New York Times on-line and how together with NPR, they constitute my entire news consumption.

If I could stand the shame, I could write a whole post about the hours I while away with a text-based multi-user game based on technology about as old as the internet itself.

But doing any of those things would keep me from listening to the radio and the rain and enjoying my coffee while my son takes a nap.