I play on the web as if Google was a pinball machine, caroming and bouncing from link to link to tangent, making notes about odd factoids that catch my eye.
I’m a writer and I’m feeling like death, as you would too if you’d just flown into Grand Rapids, Michigan at some ungodly hour of the morning only to discover that you can’t get into your hotel room for another three hours. In fact it’s enough just to have flown into Grand Rapids, Michigan. If you are a native of Grand Rapids, Michigan, then please assume that I am just kidding. Anyone else will surely realise that I am not.