A thousand thank yous Martin. Yes, at long last i've joined the throngs of the technically competent and decided to "email" (in case some of you are in the dark about this remarkable piece of human ingenuity, it allows one to send a letter digitally across what is known as the "internet" (i'm still trying to assemble in my mind, a cohesive picture of this amorphous electronic edifice, in which i'm told pornography is plentiful), this particular .gif file to our reverened Rev, so he can host it for me.
I feel somehow reconnected with the twenty first century after posting this avatar. I can now go up to kids on the street and throw such buzz words at them as "Ipod", "HTML", and "World Wide Web", without feeling like a total idiot. In fact, i had the opportunity to do this this morning, and it seemed to go quite well i think. Here is a verbatim account of what exactly transpired this morning on the crowded sunny streets of metropolitan Toronto:
Sebastian (seeing some children taking pictures with their phones...that's right! PICTURES with their PHONES! What will they think of next): Hello there, fellow Netizens!
Kid #1: Ummm...hi. (Looks askance to his friends)
Sebastian: Say there...have any of you little ragamuffins had a chance to "surf" the World Wide Web today?
Kid #1: (Backing slowly away with his other friends) Ummm...what are you talking about?
Sebastian: It's Ok. I'm hip with it. My friends call me TCP. You know, as in Transfer Control Protocol...TCP/IP...the underlying set of rules that govern our communications around the world through underground optic fibre cables using the most peuriley simple binary system of data transfer. What do they call you? What's your name, my little futuristic friend?
Kid #1: Umm...you're scaring me.
Sebastian: I've got a nickname for you...how about Ulf Randolph Linklater?
Kid #1: (Looks to his friend, who glances helplessly back at him) I...don't...understand.
Sebastian: Ulf Randolph Linklater! Get it? URL? Uniform Resource Locator! You see...You see how hip I am!
Kid #1: My father's a policeman, you know.
Anyway, it degenerated from there into a series of embarrassing smiles and awkward gestures...but i'm sure you get the point.