At long last our tablet PC has found what it was so restlessly searching the world for. That damn gnome.
And not just one gnome, but six of them.
And as is so often the case, the longed-for item that sent the TC1100 on its "quest" wasn’t to be found in Nepal, or in the Andes, or on a beach in Thailand. It was right here at home, in our shared laundry room. And in abundance.
Let this be a lesson to all of us tempted to roam.
Yup, so this morning I am looking for my TC1100 keyboard. There are two in the household so it shouldn’t be too hard to find just one of them. Can’t find it, can’t find it until I decide to make another latte and voila! This is exactly how I found the scene of the crime. 
Last night I was showing Tim something on the internet while cooking and I must have separated the keyboard from the slate at some point. And no, HP, we did not use the keyboard as a cutting board (note the yellow cuttingboard beneath the bread basket). It does show how our Tablet PC’s have morphed into our domestic lives.
Why does that damn cat always get the Tablet PC? It’s just not fair!
Grape for cat; cucumber for dog:
http://www.primates.com/monkeys/fairness.html
Beer and Tablet PC at Susan’s house
A failed attempt to get the wireless printer feature to work @ Susan’s. One of the tablets is hers. Don’t know which one.
Because of the Halifax Tablet-Virus, Susan purchased a Tablet PC (tc1100) after seeing me with one for 2.5 months (she was very patient!). Here is a repeat of our worthwhile sociological map: "Tablet Zero and its Effects on Friends and Colleagues."
Simon & Sasha & the glow of a Tablet PC in Montreal
Tim giving it a try….very carefully!
Early morning (pre-coffee)
