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Computers in the future may weigh no more than 1.5 tons.


After a looooooonnnng time out of action, I've finally spent the time required to fix my PC and turn it back into the sort of sleek web-surfing, game-playing beast that I prefer to be using. In order to celebrate, I have decided to post a picture of a slightly more hirsute Henry browsing the web for naughty pictures of Dora the Explorer.

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Dina said…
When I was young computers DID weigh tons.
Me, only notebook computers for me.
OK, what is sweet Henry REALLY looking at?
When I was in Sydney Dean, 5, was just learning the keyboard. That's before he learned how to write. I can't wait to get his first e-mail message.
Soon enough Henry will probably have a blog of his own. Wonder what he'll say about Dad.
KL said…
I am EXTREMELY CURIOUS!! What is really Henry looking at so seriously? My God! he would be a devoted academician one day, I can already see that. With such curiosity and concentration he is looking at the screen!!!!!!!!! as if he is writing a big program or reading a paper or editing his thesis!!!!!!

You might not know anything, but just interested to know if there is anything in the air there about the World Cup? I really wanted to go to Australia right now to see it, but could not :-( :-(....We are having a week holiday here what is known as spring break. So, I could have gone there for a week now but the air-ticket and the hotel everything is so costly that I could not :-(.....How Extraordinarily sad...
Sue said…
I think Henry is Twittering!! hehehe
Layrayski said…
I love the title. Funny. And I love the photo of Henry!
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, he will say very kind things if he knows what is good for him.

It will probably be about the moon. Everything as about the moon around these parts at the moment.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, he was looking at a flash program that goes through the alphabet and has an animal appear with each letter. It then plays the "ABC song" at the end, and Henry watches it over and over over and over...

I've not heard much about the World Cup, other than someone floating the idea of playing the Pakistan games here.
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, Twitter jumped the shark in 2007.

I don't like Twitter.
Kris McCracken said…
Layrayski, I will tell him!
USelaine said…
Not liking Twitter is sooo 2007. It's back and bigger than ever.
Dina said…
OK, I'll be waiting for Henry's moon blog then.
KL said…
So, Henry is learning his alphabets fast :-). Yesterday only at the store, my husband and I were going over all these toddlers' books and we were discussing how strange it feels now that we learned all those in that silly way once!!

The Women's cricket world cup is now going on in Australia and there is nothing in the air!!!?? :-( :-(:-(....well, I guess no one cares about us and our sports.

I am trying to follow it by visiting cricinfo constantly and thus I know Aussie women got defeated by Kiwis in their opening game, but there is no fun in trying to get cricket info by reading and not watching the game or listening to first hand experiences.
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, what, they allow an extra nine characters now?
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, it will be sooner rather than later...
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I regret to say that I have not heard a thing about the women's world cup.

Tasmania doesn't have a team in the national competition (as with many sports), so we probably lack interest even more so.
KL said…
Wasn't David Boon from Tasmania? How did he achieve it then? Ok, then I will bring the news to you :-) - aussie won against South Africa (I mean, the women world cup, not those test matches that are now going on in SA and where also the aussie men are winning (almost)).
Kris McCracken said…
KL, we have a team in the men's state comp (we even won it a couple of years back), but not one in the women's competition.

I have endeavoured to find news of it in the various papers and TV news, but alas, if it doesn't feature short skirts or bikinis, it seems that they are not interested.

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