I am sitting in my parents' beach house. (Which website, I now learn, only works in IE. Sigh.) It's about ten miles north of Duck, or just south of Corolla (kuh-RAWL-uh).
I am cursing my carelessness and the selfishness of the bastard who has had my Curious George bag (containing UKL's Tao te Ching and Holmes Welch's commentary on same, a well-used 3" clear acrylic ball, and oh yeah Dana) for over a month now, since the computer desk in this house was designed to be as unusable as possible. Do not attempt to use the keyboard for any longer than about fifteen minutes; you will develop rather harsh RSI. (If you are already prone to RSI I'm sure you can imagine what comes next.)
But I'm in my parents' beach house.
( Babbling )
I am cursing my carelessness and the selfishness of the bastard who has had my Curious George bag (containing UKL's Tao te Ching and Holmes Welch's commentary on same, a well-used 3" clear acrylic ball, and oh yeah Dana) for over a month now, since the computer desk in this house was designed to be as unusable as possible. Do not attempt to use the keyboard for any longer than about fifteen minutes; you will develop rather harsh RSI. (If you are already prone to RSI I'm sure you can imagine what comes next.)
But I'm in my parents' beach house.
( Babbling )