Now if I could just figure out what I’m doing!  I like the idea of writing on a wall, but do I get to use crayons?  And is somebody’s mom going to yell at me afterward?  Also, what’s the deal about networks?  Somehow it just makes me feel like this enormous spider shooting out stickies that are bound to hit some poor schlep in the face.  And all he was doing was sitting innocently at his computer, typing away at a keyboard that happened to be in my general vicinity.  I’d rather be in a more open situation.  Like a festival.  Except it’s my party, so it’s global.  Now we’re talking fun!  So come join me friends.  We’re having virtual chips and dip at my place while Aerosmith shakes my speakers.  The gamers are at the XBox 360, the DDR mats are full, and our Guildwars fans have set off on another quest, while the rest of us discuss just where in the world Jaz and Vayl will find themselves next.  (Possibilities include Hungary, Spain, Australia and the good old USA!)