Now inside the Amsterdam Schiphol airport wi-fi-ing my head
off after disgorging a hefty fee to the Attingo service.

At least this costly stunt has allowed me to collect the day's
customary 215 pieces of Microsoft "MyDoom" virus spam.
Yesterday I discovered the local "Cyberdog"
boutique, which is chockfull of Amsterdam's
cyb-cyb-cyberiest plastic-coated luminescent
club costumes.
Needless to say I wouldn't be caught dead
in such clothing as real-life cyberpunk authors
always dress like industrial design professors.
Nonetheless I bought a gaudy bracelet for my seven
year old (to firmly demonstrate my moral support
for their fine emporium) and then I painstakingly
collected every single raver-card in the joint.
Brace yourselves.