From the 26th floor of the Dynasty Hotel one has a pretty good view of the Kuala Lumpur skyline, and what it looks most like is a scene from the Dan Dare comics of my youth. All that's missing are the personal space vehicles zipping overhead. And the one-eyed babes in purple.
Not that I am whinging or seeking sympathy or anything like that. But when one's nose is full of gauze, which nevertheless permits strange liquids to drip from it, one doesn't much feel like blogging. Still, I'm being well looked after by my Sainted Mother, who has arrived to make chicken soup in...
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The iBook was mended. It came back. It developed the exact same fault again. Immediately. It is being mended again.
I love what happens when I put iTunes into shuffle mode and all songs. Wonderful transitions, like Jimi Hendrix Castles Made of Sand to Tim & We We Ca doing Hazo Ri Lagoureme. Makes even the dullest PageMaker session bearable. And that's just the most noticeable fabby segue so far today.
