�the Internet Gods Themselves�

After many months of not working, Diaryland repaired its chatroom and today I had the pleasure of logging in and chatting with several regulars, namely darkomen, uglydove and biggoomba. The latter two having left, darkomen and I continued our conversation until we were joined by kitten55, whom I had never met before as far as I knew. She asked where we were from, and we told her. She herself is from Maine and was quite delighted to find out that I was from nearby Quebec. Darkomen, however, is from slightly farther afield, the Isle of Man, and kitten55 did not know where that was. The ensuing conversation went something like this, for I have to reconstruct it from memory.

Elgan: Do you know where Ireland is?
kitten55: yes
Elgan: Do you know where England is?
kitten55: yes
Elgan: There is a body of water separating those two islands called the Irish Sea, and smack dab in the middle is the Isle of Man.
Darkomen: that is correct
kitten55: those aren�t islands, they�re countries
Darkomen: yes, but they�re also islands
kitten55: u r so stupid

At this point the chatroom froze. It is once more nonfunctional, almost as though the Powers-That-Be were watching and waiting for just such an opportunity to render it nonoperational again. Can this be the case? Are there malevolent beings who lie in wait for ignorance to rear its empty head so that they can strike it down? It seems awfully unfair to the rest of us. Don�t you think so too?

[This is my second entry today, believe it or not. You are cordially invited to click back one for the other if you haven�t read it yet.]

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