Once upon a time...

...there were two homepages floating aimlessly in cyberspace.  Then John's heat seeking code made a direct hit on Mary's.

They linked and they were content.  To the homepages, the time, space & distance factors had no bearing.  But the humans grew restless and increasingly frustrated by the monitor interfering with their embraces.  John switched to a trackball, Mary to a joystick, but neither could truly satisfy their yearning to merge beyond virtual reality.  Overcoming 6 hours time difference and 3,917 miles (with the help of a free-spirited renegade laptop), they came cara a cara....

And the rest is... history.
 
 

When I'm 64, I won't be obsolete

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When I get older, grey in my hair, 
Many years from now, 
Will you still be sending me the latest wav, 
3-D graphics, programs I crave? 

If I'm online till quarter to three, 
Would you lock the door? 
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, 
When I'm sixty-four? 

...You'll be more Zen too... 
And if you say the word I could stay with you. 
 

I could be handy mending a board, 
When your system's down. 
You can find lost clusters on the hard drive. 
Don't need AOL, we could chat live. 

Taking a sauna, sex in hot tubs, 
Who could ask for more? 
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, 
When I'm sixty-four? 

Every summer in the night sun we can make 
love at midnight, more than just once dear 
...Make love in a cave... 
Feel me sitting on your knee, 
Moments we will save. 
 

Send me an email, catch me online, 
Reply point of view. 
Indicate precisely what you mean to say. 
Yours sincerely, wasting away. 

Give me your answer, fax me the form, 
Mine for evermore, 
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, 
When I'm sixty-four? 

 

 

When you get older, losing more hair, 
Many years from now. 
I'll still be sending you the top notch, 
Birthday greetings, bottle of scotch. 

If you're online till quarter to three, 
I'll be right next door. 
I will still need you, I will still read you, 
When you're sixty-four. 

...We'll have passion too... 
And if you say the word I could play with you. 
 

I could be handy searching the drive, 
When your files not found. 
You can find the virus before download. 
I'll find the bugs, hacking some code. 

Fun in the real world, cyber sex live, 
Imagine much more. 
I will still need you, I will still read you, 
When you're sixty-four. 

Every winter through the darkness we'll make 
love under the moon, download/upload dear. 
...The way we will pave... 
Keyboard resting on your knee, 
Files that we will save. 
 

Send me an email, beep my pager, 
Stating point of view. 
Please relate precisely what you mean to say. 
Yours sincerely, crashing today. 

I left you my answer, on your machine, 
Yours for evermore! 
I will still need you, I will still read you, 
When you're sixty-four. 

 

...so basically, to make a long story short -- they decided that they would need each other in the years to come. 

Mari & Janne's Wedding
...and they lived happily ever after...
well, actually we're divorced, but it's pretty funny anyway ;-)
 
I was a jail house bride

 

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