Also, The Dog Ate His

Also, The Dog Ate His Homework
Forgive the large — even for me — number of typos today. All this week and next, I’m posting during daylight hours from a special location. A location armed with an early Pentium-era computer with no Word, no Excel, no SpellCheck, no nothin’. Oh, and a tiny little keyboard that reminds me of the one from the IBM PCjr. And a 13-inch monitor. And did I mention only a slowband AOL connection to the web?

The fact that I’m still posting 1,000-2,000 words a day is proof enough I love this gig and care deeply about my readers.

So forgive the typos already! I fix’em as soon as I find’em.

UPDATE: Did I mention Explorer has crashed on me three times already today, each time requiring a reboot? Did I also mention that connecting to AOL with this P.O.S. takes, on average, four attempts and three minutes? Did I mention I’m not getting freakin’ PAID for any of this?

And now I have to somehow get myself back in the right mood to say lovely things about Peggy Noonan.

FURTHER UPDATE: How old do I feel, mentioning the IBM PCjr? If someone else remembers that Thing, please let me know. Otherwise, I’m going to go to a mirror with a magnifying glass and start pulling gray hairs.