I'm sorry.  I don't know what came over me. 

With apologies to the band Genesis and anyone who enjoys 80s music:


E-mail me, you never e-mail me.
Ooh, it seems that I can type.
I see my words as I peck them out.
 
But there's no reply at all.
 
IM me, you never IM me.
Ooh, I've been sittin', starin', seems so long.
But you're not IM'ing me
Like I wasn't online at all.
 
No Reply. There's no reply at all.
 
I get the feelin' you're tryin' to tell me;
Is there some web site where I should go?
What pharmaceuticals are you tryin' to sell me?
Should I delete it or click and go?
I don't know.
 
Listen to me, you never download my Podcast.
Ooh, and it seems there's no broadband.
I've been tryin' but we cannot connect.
 
And there's no reply at all.
There's no reply at all.
There's no reply at all.
No reply at all.
 
Is anybody online? Oh, there's no reply at all...



Oh, the shame!