IJMC - Friends Without Faces

I just spent the better half of an evening looking for Perl scripts for a 
Windows NT platform. Given what I've found, Linux is looking better and 
better all the time. Everything in Windows is a comprimise; what can I 
give up to get this to work. But the evening closes and the work is near 
complete so NT lives for another day. And with the evening passes the 
newest IJMC post speeding over the wires to rest at your screen.    -dave





FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES
  
  We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
  We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
  
  With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
  Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
  
  We chat with each other, we type all our woes
  Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
  
  We wait for somebody, to type out our name
  We want recognition, but it is always the same.
  
  We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
  In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
  
  We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
  But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
  
  Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
  Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
  
  Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
  With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
  
  The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
  We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
  
  We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
  So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
  
  Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
  they are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.
  
  Author Unknown