The mobile revolution

The world's longest game of Scrabble came to an end this week, with ravenworks finally besting me by 23 points in a game that started in September and rapidly degenerated into a Most Rubbish Word contest. There's something vastly unjust about the way that "Quark" and "Helios" can score mediocre amounts, and yet be effectively countered by words like "HEY", "ARF" and (a 31-pointer from me) "ZA". What's a za? I was only fiddling around with the triple-letter square to see if it would accept such tomfoolery.

Now that I'm getting used to the iPhone and all it can do for me, something I'm still unsure of is its choice of weather icons. I have mentioned the apocalyptic raining sun before, but in Inverurie on Wednesday, it would seem that it's telling me it's going to snow upwards. That, and that at this time of year the temperatures resemble a fairly decent golf scorecard.

I used to love the prospect of snow. Now it just feels like a massive inconvenience. Such is the injustice of life.