Okay, I lied — I couldn’t spend much of my limited time in Seattle online. But hey, guess what? I am now rocking out in my apartment with dial-up, courtesy my DSL provider while (get ready for the shocker) BT fixes whatever the hell is wrong with the broadband connection. It’s like lending somebody a golf cart while their Ferrari is in the shop, but I’m so desperate I’m tooling around town in my golf cart, shouting at passersby, “Hey! Dig my golf cart! It rolls baby!”

So no pictures up until the Ferrari’s back, but at last I can send and receive e-mail at home. Woohoo!