Don't Panic

I'm typing this on my latest toy, a Danger HipTop (rebranded as a T-Mobile Sidekick). It's a nifty little device that doubles as a cell phone and a wireless Internet terminal. It's kinda like owning my very own Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. All it needs is a big friendly "Don't Panic" sticker on the cover.

Typing is a bit of a chore, but not nearly as hard as I thought it would be. I'm having visions of posting crap to the site while waiting for movies to start or standing in line at the DMV. I am now globally connected, 24 hours a day. Shoot, I can now surf the web while sitting on the toilet. I can email pictures of other peoples' poop to the President from a McDonald's restroom. I can topple small countries with the push of a button. I feel powerful.

On second thought, maybe I shouldn't email pictures of poop to the President.