I want to stare bug-eyed at a screen for six hours and then complain that the Net's down. I want to begin an online sex life. I want to speak their jive and dig their scene. If everything works out, one day I hope to drink out of a Dilbert mug and forget how to comb my hair. Star Wars mouse pads, screen savers, an affection for gaming mag's, The X-Files, esoteric computer humor and all.
English sparrows peck the water cascading down the fountains in the atrium square.
You can grab a dozen different cups of joe or a quick and pleasing bite from their reasonably priced menu. There's a dark-headed woman in tight jeans smoking light 100s by one of the quaint courtyard windows. Right now I don't have time to notice. I've got a higher calling. I want compu-freak 101.