M6.Net, a web-hosting company (What the hell is that?) has turned this techno-phobic writer into a working member of a new age information and communication team. Let me tell you a story, a story about a crazy company that sits high up in the clouds looking at its global community. I had always been afraid of computers, such a sterile environment, and no trees to sit under. Of course this has become redundant with the advent of laptops and Broadband Internet, but here's the truth of the matter: I believed computers were for geeks and nerds, and the radiation from the screens caused one to go sterile or infertile. The day I walked into M6.Net my assumptions were not altered...looking around at the bland walls, the plant-less vacuum of faces staring into screens tapping away foreign codes that only astro-chipmunks could comprehend...'Why am I here?' I thought as the people started to talk computer jargon to me. 'What do these freaks want with a creative writer? Let me out of here quick!'
After talking to one guy for about fifteen minutes he finally realized I didn't understand a thing he was saying. It was like I had just gotten off a spaceship on the planet Googamooga! Then one of the 'bosses' came over for a little chat. I say 'boss' because the owners of this company don't act like authorities or the top of a hierarchal chain. They say they'd rather see all humans as equals, "Don't call me sir, please call me Michael." he had said with a smile. This made me feel a tiny bit more relaxed; I still wanted to leave, as it just wasn't my kind of place if you know what I mean. Then Michael and I had an interview. He asked me if I knew anything about computers or the Internet. I said 'nope'. He said 'cool'. I knew then that I was in for an unexpected twist in my life's journey. Well, life is a mystery anyway, I guess I needed to learn not to 'judge a book by its cover', to spit out a clich
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