On reflection about being webless, one of the things I missed was "traveling". My life is quite circumscribed by my daily duties - the 13 mile drive to work is fraught with tedium. I allow an hour to get there in the afternoon because of the lunacy of the local traffic, but the homebound trip spins by in twenty minutes 'round midnight when I get off and where the big excitement will be watching or participating in a police stop.
Ah, the blue lights!
Often, I'll get home on a friday night and my car won't stir until monday afternoon. I travel by mouse, far and wide. I know it's not the same but it will have to do.
Here are some regular stamps on my imaginary passport: