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General Status Update
Aug. 31st, 2005 08:30 amIt feels like I'm making at least some progress with learning the harp. Which is nice.
Mom got a provisional all clear from the cancer. That is, she no longer has tumour marker chemicals in her blood, but they're (on her insistence) going to do a fancy high-tech scan before they pronounce her cured.
I have a nifty new phone. Without a SIM card, so I can't use it. But the card should arrive in a few days. The phone has 32000 times as much memory as my first computer had. 96000 times if you count the removable memory card. Plus, it has way better graphics, can play sound, pick up FM radio, take pictures and act as a flashlight. All in a package that's about a sixth the size of said computer. Technology has moved on... I remember the first mobile phone I ever saw. My father got to borrow it from work way back in the mid-80s. It was the size of a small suitcase, stupidly heavy and had a rotary dial.
And today I'm going in to Telenor for the last time ever (hopefully!), to drop off stuff and say bye to a couple of co-workers. Making rude gestures at the cow-orkers is tempting, but I'm probably to polite for that.
Mom got a provisional all clear from the cancer. That is, she no longer has tumour marker chemicals in her blood, but they're (on her insistence) going to do a fancy high-tech scan before they pronounce her cured.
I have a nifty new phone. Without a SIM card, so I can't use it. But the card should arrive in a few days. The phone has 32000 times as much memory as my first computer had. 96000 times if you count the removable memory card. Plus, it has way better graphics, can play sound, pick up FM radio, take pictures and act as a flashlight. All in a package that's about a sixth the size of said computer. Technology has moved on... I remember the first mobile phone I ever saw. My father got to borrow it from work way back in the mid-80s. It was the size of a small suitcase, stupidly heavy and had a rotary dial.
And today I'm going in to Telenor for the last time ever (hopefully!), to drop off stuff and say bye to a couple of co-workers. Making rude gestures at the cow-orkers is tempting, but I'm probably to polite for that.
