Online friends are friends IRL too

Listening to: She - Elvis Costello - Notting Hill

I spend so much time on the computer it's scary. And thanks to my horrible sleeping patterns, I spend nights, mostly alone at the computer, churning out (very slowly) all manner of business proposals, website updates, customer emails and so on. Which is why I am thankful for this blog, and the opportunities it's given me to make friends. I have friended several very nonsensical people through portals like Rice Bowl Journals. Nonsense is good too. Especially in the wee hours. There's always a comfortable distance between me and my online friends. I can sit here, half naked, picking my nose, and they wouldn't mind. (Would you? If so, no, I don't pick my nose when I'm online. I do trim my nose hair though). My online friends also give me things to do: Help with research, nonsense games to play, and lately, an infernally frustrating quiz from the marketers of the Da Vinci Code. (As I write, I've forwarded this quiz to another online friend, much to my regret, because she is also bombarding me with 'Arrgh's just as I did with the friend that gave me the quiz. That friend has cleverly gone offline for the night). I'll tell you what. Having online friends with my nocturnal, solitary, working hours sure makes up for not having colleagues in the conventional sense. (Plus you can chat half-naked).
In Real Life  Da Vinci update: I've cracked it. With a little (a lot actually, I had given up at the second last stage) help from the friend that forwarded it to me. Is nosso hard!