Well, then . . .
I seem to have given up my plans to focus my powerful intellect on the craft of writing real stuff, in favor of blogging. But I read a book that explains it. I am "percolating." That's right. My subconscious is apparently busy, even at this moment, formulating exciting story lines and characters which will eventually emerge in the fullness of time, like cat puke on the kitchen floor.
Today I was emailing someone about my old car. (Pictured below. The color added this evening is fairly accurate--maybe it was more toward the gunmetal gray thing.) I was saying that in a particular fantasy I would get a kick out of transporting people in a time machine back to Palo Alto in 1969, where my younger self would give you a ride in my car. You would be given instructions to approach me and just tell me what happened, and that you would like a ride in my car. I would probably then give you a ride, maybe go out for a burger, or cruise around with a six pack or two cooling off in the rather spacious cavity between grill and radiator found on all 1957 Chevrolets. I'm sure I would not question your story, although I might have internal doubts that I would not quite dignify with positive action. (It's called lack of impulse control.) Consider that this may have already happened, in fact. Or that it will, and then it will have. Ouch. Headache.
We will not go to Foster Freeze on El Camino, because everything there is suffused with this same, weird taste, like stale ketchup or something. Can't quite put my finger on it. I recommend a steak sandwich at Lyons.
One last thing. Mention Yahoo, Apple or Microsoft stock.
Haha, that sounds fun!
ReplyDeleteI debated whether to delete my blog altogether. I'm just not comfortable with so many of my older posts, for various reasons ~ too personal, too ranty, too silly, whatever. I began deleting lots more of them, plus reformatting the others so the line breaks would appear correctly on phone screens. And it was so freaking tedious! I decided I'd just start anew April 1 with the horrid block editor. It's a pain in the butt, but it keeps posts formatted correctly. I look forward to writing about James Bond for the April alphabet theme and also reposting some poems and stuff that no one new has read.
You might try the April A-Z theme ~ no pressure, you don't even have to choose a specific topic. I just wanted to do Bond, lol.
That was me, Paula. I logged in and verified their silly photos. Why am I "Unknown?"
ReplyDeleteI apologize for the silly photos on behalf of Blogger. It is just a ruse to get you to help train their AI to recognize objects. I'll try to turn that off--if indeed I have that much autonomy.
ReplyDeleteMeanwhile, I'll try to figure out what April A-Z is, though I can guess.