So, I decided to write a play in which Interweb, the internet, and I are principal characters. There are others as circumstance necessitated. The play takes place over the last few weeks, so far. I really hope you enjoy it.
Scene: Posada del Maple Hostel, La Mariscal, Quito, Ecuador
Cameron walks past Interweb on his way to his dorm upstairs. He's had a long day, and is a bit famished. All he really wants to do is send an email to his mommy and daddy. Interweb is busy with another man.
C: Pffft. Real cool, Interweb. You work, you're free, but you're always busy. Always hanging out with that one prick. Frankie, Francios, Frenchie...
I: Whatever, asshole. His name's Frances. He's a really great guy, and trust me, he's harmless. We just check his email, and I love his French accent.
C: Well, anyway, even if it wasn't for him, I can't use you after 10. This sucks. You know what, now that I think about it, even if I did have pictures to upload-
I: -which you don't.
C: Which I don't. Even if I did, I wouldn't upload them anyway. So there. I'll see you in the morning...maybe.