My new phone is starting to freak me out a little. Last week it began showing me notifications around the time I leave for work that said things like, “Your drive to work today will take 39 minutes. Normal traffic.”
It’s useful information, and I’m glad to have it. However… I didn’t set it up. The phone is just doing it on its own. Weird, huh? How does it know where I work? How does it know when I leave the house? It’s mildly disturbing.
Yesterday I was off, and was expecting it to know that, as well. I was braced for an “enjoy your day off” message. But it dispensed the traffic info around 1:30, as normal. Give it a few more weeks, though. Oh, it’ll learn. It’s amassing information about me, even as I type. Right now it’s listening, and analyzing, and forming opinions…
Like I say, it’s starting to freak me out a little.
I broke ground on a new novel yesterday. It’s about a couple of dumbass guys, roughly my height, age, and weight, on an ill-conceived road trip. The last project I attempted was a bit too ambitious, and I abandoned it. Temporarily, anyway. This one is a lot simpler, and is designed for pure entertainment. I’m already having a good time writing it. I have a lot of notes, and a kinda-sorta outline. Plus, I know the ending, which is a step up from the Crossroads Road experience.
I’m using a program called Scrivener for the first time. It’s popular among writers, and I probably bought it two years ago. But there’s a steep learning curve, and who has time for such things? I kept putting it off, and just using Microsoft Word.
But I watched a half-dozen YouTube tutorials, and learned enough to get me started. So far, I’m loving it. I won’t bore you with the details, but, among other things, it allows you to turn a gigantic undertaking into a bunch of bite-sized projects. I plan to complete one of those small projects per week, and have the first draft done in 20 weeks. Stay tuned. And I’ll try not to talk about it too much here.
One more thing, though… In the first paragraph, which I wrote yesterday, there’s a line that popped into my head that was so perfect I think I actually pumped my fist in the air. I think it might be one of my best lines ever. And, appropriately enough, it’s about ass cracks. Oh, this is going to be high literature!
Speaking of highbrow, my friend Tim sent me this email a couple of days ago about some of our high school ridiculousness:
Somebody was talking about school lockers today. It reminded me about how you could open any locker in the high school, and we’d roam the halls at lunch time, and you’d just open a random locker for the heck of it and leave it open.
Remember that one locker near the library that always had a Playgirl centerfold hanging in it? You’d open that thing wide open, and we’d go hide in the library and listen as some innocent girl would be sashaying down the hall, and let out a blood curdling scream as she came eye to eye with some guy wearing a hard hat and his giant schlong hanging out.
Heh. Good times. I think I could still walk into that school today and open any locker, within one minute. Unless they’ve upgraded them during the past 35 years… And who are we fooling? Of course they haven’t. They’re still the same lockers my parents used when THEY went there, back when Eisenhower was president. I’d like to think the poster of Johnny Ampleseed is still there, though. But that would also be a long-shot, pardon the pun.
For a Question, I’d like to know if you have any school locker stories. It’s a weak question, I recognize that… But it’s all I got and need to hit the highway. My phone tells me it’ll be smooth sailing, but I still need to go. So, use the comments link to tell us your tales of school locker shenanigans.
And don’t forget about our Amazon links! Just pass through ‘em, and buy a car or whatever. Does Amazon sell cars? Well, anyway. You get the idea.
Have a great weekend, my friends.
I’ll see you again soon.