The last few days, i've felt like a writer without a typewriter. So many keen thoughts in my mind that i wanted to record down in this blog, but i didn't have the Internet connection to do so. Now, its a Monday morning, and all those thoughts are long gone, lost in the cobwebs of the silent halls and shadows of the mind.
I suppose i could have accessed my blog via Safari@iPhone, but... typing out a full blog on that tiny screen is a pain. Two days of the iPhone has taught me that its a convenience, not a replacement. Nothing beats a keyboard and a full screen monitor.
Well, perhaps a sexy secretary with a transcript pen might beat it. But how many of those do i have lying around nowadays.
I suppose i could have accessed my blog via Safari@iPhone, but... typing out a full blog on that tiny screen is a pain. Two days of the iPhone has taught me that its a convenience, not a replacement. Nothing beats a keyboard and a full screen monitor.
Well, perhaps a sexy secretary with a transcript pen might beat it. But how many of those do i have lying around nowadays.
