Today, in spite of infuriating mistakes made by the dictation feature on my iPhone—none of which appeared in any of these e-mails prior to sending, but only after—I tried a different tack in obtaining a clearer vision of the road ahead for my legal initiative against VMC/PACE from my attorney: namely, honey instead of vinegar: Before I describe the results of this e-mail, which I sent this morning, I want to point out another place where demons fit into the picture: As a professional writer, misspellings and (whoa!) entirely missing words are an anathema to me, and ever since the last two battles involving me and demons (not recounted on this blog), my phone has been acting strangely whenever communication with third-parties are involved (in fact, this is the reason for the second battle, casualties for which are still being counted even today). Do not f*ck with the phone is the message, although I'm not sure it's going to be received. The problem manifests itself when usi...
My inevitable demise, daily.