January 09, 2004

Well. It's 9PM. About 15 degrees outside. Very dark, very cold.

And so, naturally, the power's gone out.

This of course gives me a great opportunity to use my cell phone/PDA/camera/hot air balloon. I've got a nifty little application that turns the entire touchscreen into a small landscape-oriented keyboard, which I'm now typing on in the aforementioned cold and dark, two-fingered. That's right...near as we can figure, he was still blogging when the wolves came through the window, poor bastard.

It's a bit laborious. The keys are very small, my fingers are big, and because it's a graphical keyboard there's no tactile feedback whatsoever.

Or maybe that's because I can't feel my fingertips anymore.

Ah, well. At least the cats won't starve.

And now, I'm off to play trumpet by candlelight.

Which sounds cooler than it is...the votives on the edge of my desk just spewed a torrent of molten wax onto my pant-leg.