I suppose I should've finished that last one before I left it; oh, well. I'm on vacation, right? Poor excuse that is. You know, there's a good reason to prefer typing. I rarely have a reason to go back and change something, anyway. The only real argument for writing is that it's more portable and that it's physically more "real", whatever that counts for. I suppose, if you count the other media required, it's more compact than a laptop. You never need the kind of information density found there for this sort of thing; I can hold a weeks worth of recorded ponderings in one pad - at least at the rate I generally write in here (Editor's note: Ha! At these rates, I can fit months in a pad.). Oh, yes - I'd forgotten. Which is, incidentally, another good argument for the typing. Typing is faster. Much faster. It's that thought that first got me arguing about it (this time).
Shall we continue? I'm sitting here beside the pool, watching my sisters play beach ball volleyball with three other kids here. A lifeguard-ish character is watching as well. There's not "supposed" to be a lifeguard, according to the signs
Editor's note: Again, it died. Other things came about. Actually, I moved closer to the place where my sisters were playing. It placed me across from the "lifeguard-ish" character - I don't call her a "lifeguard" because the posted signs declared loudly that there was no lifeguard on duty - who, as I noticed, was fairly attractive. I never finished this entry partly because I was watching things (sisters, the lifeguard, people walking by, etc.) but mainly because I was called on to retrieve the beach ball as it was repeatedly hit out of the pool.