Yep, it’s that part of the week where, once again, I’m on the road. Which means that, other than some silly little rants against the plain stupidity of the TSA, well. . .
I got nothing.
Yes, ha ha. As if this were any different from any other day. Very funny, there, peanut gallery. Very funny.
I’ve got lots of good stuff, great material from Chicago. It’s just that I’m trying to type this on an iPad (with a Luvitt Ultrathin Keyboard Cover, which is working surprisingly well) and an extremely dodgy wifi connection to the internet.
I still find it incredibly difficult to believe reputable hotels don’t offer good high-speed internet as a courtesy to their guests. To have to pay for cruddy wifi is a shame.
Anyway, the wifi keeps cutting in and out so typing is becoming an increasingly large pile of frustration and anger. I’m not that dense, after all. I can’t make it work better so I’m just going to give it up until I’ve got a better connection.
Or until I’m somewhere where I can scream and yell and let out the frustration that way. Don’t want to set a bad example for the youngish dudes camped out in our hotel room.
With that in mind, I’m signing off here. I’ll be back tomorrow with some great stuff from Barry’s swing through the Southern leg of the A Dude’s Guide to Babies book tour.
See you then.