braindump

The last few days just sped past, and I didn’t get time to write any more posts; I’m typing this (on my iPhone, using the very neat WordPress app) just before my flight descends into Sydney.

I hadn’t thought about it before, but hunt-and-peck typists are terrible to sit next to on flights. They belong one circle lower than armrest hogs in Dante’s Inferno, because they don’t just deny you a fair share of the common armrest. No, they also repeatedly dig you in the arm or the ribs with their elbow. It’s particularly bad if they’re on your left and using the arrow keys a lot. Thankfully we’ve just started to descend, so we’ll both have to stop typing now.