Domestication

When I first went on line, I spent the nights wandering the Web alone, like an outlaw i-biker. I had no place to be, no commitments, no destination in mind. I was a sacker of images, stumbling on unguarded treasures, all mine for the taking. It was autonomy and anonymity, and I reveled in the loneliness like a true urbanite in a strangely film noir world.
Ah, what have you done to me, Live Journal? Here I am, posting, commenting, answering comments, probably bonding; part of a community. My freedom compromised, I threaten to put down roots amid the suburban lawns of the normal world. What will become of me now?

What happened to the day of rest?

Wow. This place gets busy on Sunday. Even with a paid account, I've been unable to open my friends page or my journal. Spent half an hour reading Brad's post about improvements to come soon, and responses to it. Hope springs eternal. And, you Christians out there: Its Sunday! Get thee to church and pray for more servers!