Woah! Okay, folks: forty-eight hours of postless silence is unusual, and four days is a national disaster. Rest assured that you will not be seeing such in the future, if it can be helped.
Well, you have my little brother to thank for that. I think one of this girlfriends wanted to talk to him on MSN every night from 7:55 PM Alaskan time to 11:30 PM Alaskan time. Even I'm not on that much. However, during that long separation from my beloved Internet, I had some time to think about how I feel about the 'net and what it means to be separated from it.
Put simply, I felt like a mighty mythical Hydra, only all my heads have been cut off; the very image of power subjugated. After some ruminating, I realized that a neuron is a more appropriate metaphor: Livejournal, IM, forums, and other things are how I both relay and gather information, similar to dendrites and axons. Sadly, this soma occasionally found xirself isolated from all xir siblings, and that isn't fun. Not fun at all.