My laptop's pathetic excuse for a battery died just as I was downloading the Log-file to assess the latest hack attempt. I am at Incheon Airport in Korea with a few hours to spare, so I thought I'd try and sort out some of the mess but I foolishly put my power cable in with the check-in luggage! My WI-FI connection kept cutting out, natch - I had to keep restarting my email downloads as well and now have three copies of most of this last week's emails.
I couldn't log-on to the Lunarpages server, my FTP program wouldn't get in to root of the web-site, it was just a pain. Then all of a sudden with only a minute or two left of power everything started to connect properly; I downloaded the Log-file (a gz compressed file) and was half-way through extracting it to a thumb-drive (I thought maybe could work on here - on one of these free terminals) when it went into hibernation mode. Do'h!
I tried logging on here, but for some reason the password I wrote down does not work on this terminal - must have copied it incorrectly. Anyway there would be no decent text-editor nor any FTP program on this computer no doubt, so it wouldn't really help. So instead I am blogging this.
It's all going to have to wait till 2am when I get home to Singapore. I might be up all night again, prior to catching my holiday flight to Thailand for the (doink doink) "Jazz Festival"...
And I am spending 45 secs of each minute blowing my nose and/or sneezing. My throat is rasping. Even the Chateau Margeaux here in the 1st Class Lounge is not smooth enough.
Another holiday in Thailand with a cold coming up. It always seems to happen.
Had another brilliant idea for the novel just before. Secret. A unifying theme. Something to do with BIG THEMES. Something to do with THE MEANING OF LIFE. Well, it seemed pretty profound after several of those Margeaux.
Must try and get beyond "Chapter 1: The night was humid."
Blank sheet of paper/screen.
Even though when I wrote "Chapter 1", the night WAS fucking humid.
Signs you see when you don't have a camera... Fruit juice place in the COEX mall -- "Crapeau" aka shit-water.
OTHER MONKEYS SAID
I thought the great novel started as "The night was sultry..."
The night was hot and wet.
The night was dry, yet it was raining
The night was ---
Class dismissed. I have a terrible headache in my eye.