Exactly when during this last winter or maybe even spring did watching
sports on TV get to be about as exciting as watching the Powerball
numbers being drawn? Apparently all I want is the results and no
interest what so ever in anything else. I realized this tonight when
first I shut off the 7th game after just a glimpse in the second
quarter, and then second, when, after my allergies woke me around 2
thirty, I pulled my SideKick out from under my pillow and IMed "Smarter
Child" to see Spurs had won., thumbed this in without turning on a light
and crashed.

Sitting on the porch after the rain ... I was enjoying the nearly 20
degree drop in temperature, waiting for Mina to call, exercising my
thumbs and watching the neighborhood cats prowling along the shrub that
runs down to the river. She does.

Are you kidding? Hard to understand why everyone doesn't have one of
these jewels. Broadband? Who cares ... this is truly neuromantic.

Sidekick?

Sidekick? ... What's that? And why would I want one?