City Slipped These Tron-ish Bonds
For quite some time, I’ve been wrestling with an increasingly persnickety, possibly coal-powered, desktop computer, which had finally flamed out to the degree where it was risky to have Word and the Net open at the same time, making successfully spelling the likes of Chiwetal Ejiofor in a review a serious chore. (And let’s not even talk about the theoretical difficulty in theoretically viewing a site like Suicide Girls. Theoretically.) So, anyway, I finally decided to mortgage my future in order to buy a new laptop, and the thing is fly. Most of my brain is still rendered agog by all the newfangled bells and whistles — it comes with pinball! — but I’m starting to think about testing out the whole portable Wifi thing. Does anyone have any suggestions as to the locations of some decent, semi-quiet, writer-friendly hangouts around these parts? Thanks much. See Brick. And/or Slither.