We have all seen the pictures, in our head and on television, of the typical Internet junkie: alone in the dark, he sits glued to the soft glow of the computer screen, hand on the mouse, eyes glaring into the screen. His eyes flutter through the endless web pages and online chats, fingers gliding over the keyboard, seemingly pressing keys at random. There is a soda by his side, and potato chip crumbs strewn about. He occasionally has glasses, sometimes caused by the endless hours spent focusing on the close monitor. A small, glowing reflection shines off each lens, two blocks of light where his eyes should be found. His glare is blank, no emotion, no feel