It’s now 8:26 PM. Most of the work of the day is finished … except, of course, the work for my current course.
I’m currently taking the seventh of ten courses that will bestow upon my bedazzled ego the title of Master (hah!) of Educational (double hah!) Technology. The challenge is finishing all ten before they finish me.
So, naturally, I’m lying down on the job.
More specifically, I’m lying on our wonderful 3-seater leather sofa, propping my MacBook against my knees, and typing with all the grace of a drunken penguin climbing Mt. Everest. My arms are curled like pretzels, and my wrists burn from keybordian curvitis.
But at least my back feels good.
What I really need is a keyboard for lying down on the sofa. I think it would look like a USB cable that plugs into your right temple. Direct brain-to-computer interface … no other interrupting medium needed, and no clack, clack, clack of keys either. The best keyboard ever invented – no keyboard at all.
Steve, Bill, anyone? I’ll pay up to 10 bucks. 15, tops.
