Imp in the Laptop.
“Ink, a Drug.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Bend Sinister now it is taken over by the Laptop, The journey began with the type writer, then came the desktop, then the laptop, and now the tablet.
“…there was practically one handwriting common to the whole school when it came to writing lines. It resembled the movements of a fly that had fallen into an ink-pot, and subsequently taken a little brisk exercise on a sheet of foolscap by way of restoring the circulation.” said― P.G. Wodehouse, The Politeness Of Princes And Other School Stories its the same today..we call it the PC font. The Times Roman of size 12, everything is the same. no more scraggy writings or the spider scrawl.
I dance on your paper,
I hide in your pen,
I make in your ink-stand
My little black den;
And when you’re not looking
I hop on your nose,
And leave on your forehead
The marks f my toes.
This is what I all always thought about my pen. I collected that precious Parker pen and would write with it on what seemed as important. With Lenny the Lenovo in my life the jack in my inkpot has stopped singing–
When you’re trying to finish
Your ‘i’
With a dot,
I slip down your finger
And make it a blot;
And when you’re so busy
To cross a big ‘T’
I make on the paper
A little Black Sea.
For now my t’s are crossed and i’s are dotted instantly and silently by Lenny. Yet Lenny is into healthy eating, so blotting paper or penwiper pie. I never need try!!, Lenny leaps any distance and uses any ink, provided I feed in a printer. My thoughts are out on the screen before I can wink!!
I drink blotting-paper,
Eat penwiper pie,
You never can catch me,
You never need try!
I leap any distance,
I use any ink,
I’m on to your fingers
Before you can wink.
But Lenny’s maker still asks what would I like Lenny to do for me, well, Lenny prints for me, Lenny carries message, Lenny store’s my memory Lenny stores my texts.
I no more have to struggle with camera’s and Bluetooth, Lenny does that too, in his Yogic form.
I can be topsy-turvy, but Lenny stays straight. If anything I wish Lenny grow into a phablet.
My Bookshelf 