Typing, Typing, Typing (Posted from KPFM)

In last night’s dream, I was sitting in the dark at Killer Pizza from Mars, writing rather than eating. I was using my new toy (32Gb iPad, WiFi only version) and had just gotten a great idea (no memory of what that idea was, now, of course) and was typing at a prodigious rate. The others at the table kept making comments on how fast I was typing, and even I, who was the one typing, was amazed by the speed I was making.

I really loved watching the words form on the page, and the auto correct flying and still, no recall of what I was actually typing, none whatsoever.

In the dream the idea seemed pretty important, enough that everyone was willing to let me type the thing up while we discussed it, even though the discussion rapidly moved from the idea, to how I was recording the idea.

Ad astra per technica,
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