Craft Mission

"I'm good at finding things on the internet if you want any help." I said. In fact, the list of things I haven't been able to find on the internet isn't very long. I hadn't really thought about my sudden ability until he'd expressed his frustration. In reality though, figuring out what kind of barley is good for making beer didn't seem like much of an obstacle. He would probably end up ordering it on the internet anyway. I try to imagine life without high speed invisible info shooting through air, dancing to and fro between imaginary, intangible websites that all-of-a-sudden materialize on a monitor with the right right-click, but I don't get very far. I don't really want to because I like the idea of my fingertips having such access to knowledge and power. The problem is when I really can't find what I'm looking for. I type. I search. I browse. No matter what I do, the info isn't there. It's worse when I can't get past the CTRL-T. Blink. Blink. Blink. The cursor remarks expectantly; the methodic pulsing seems to become impatient. I can't even come up with a question. There are no answers to questions that can't be asked.