Zeroing Out the Moleskine, vol. 3

moleskineI took a vacation day today, to extend my weekend before hell comes raining down on me.  Starting Sunday I’m going to be working 18 ten-hour days in a row.  I volunteered, so I have nobody to blame but myself.  However, I reserve the right to bitch about it.  Please make a note of it.  Just because I caused it, doesn’t mean I can’t complain.  These are the rules I live by.

I’m also going to work massive hours on the book, on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.  I really want to turn in the 100-page sample before hell takes hold.  I don’t know if I’ll be able to get ‘er done, but I’m going to bum-rush the thing, and see what happens.  Wish me luck.  There’s gonna be a lot of coffee involved.

Since this will be the final update of the week, I’m just going to zero-out the notebook today, and start fresh on the other side.  How’s that sound?  Please feel free to comment on any of this nonsense, and I’ll try to post something fresh on Sunday.

A couple of days ago we had ice falling from the sky, and the entire world was slick as owl shit.  I went to work that day, and my car was not amused.  It kept doing that herky-jerky antilock thing, which is unnerving.  And as I was nearing the exit for my job, there’s a slight curve in the highway, but the Camry just continued going in the established direction.  I almost lost control, and had a massive spike of adrenalin.  No fun.

But everything worked out, and things were much better when I got off that night, at 1:30 a.m.  The roads were just wet, and I had no issues.  However, our driveway and sidewalk were still a thick sheet of ice.  I had to walk through the yard, because I knew I’d go fully-inverted if I attempted to navigate that widow-maker.

I let Andy out, as usual, and he peed, logged-out, and sniffed every square inch of our front yard.  I was drinking a Yuengling, and when it got near the bottom of the bottle I called for him to come into the house.  And he actually listened to me for once: he came charging, full speed ahead.

“No, Andy!  No!!” I shouted.

But it was too late.  Blacklips Houlihan hit the sidewalk, all four of his legs went in a different direction, and he did a violent belly-flop on the cement.  His body almost turned a full rotation, before crashing into the bottom step.  It was ugly, and I feared the worst.  But, he got up, and trotted into the house.

I checked him out, and he seemed OK, but a little freaked.  I think he experienced his own adrenalin spike.  But he’s fine; there’s been no signs of problems.  And last night, I noticed, he stepped lightly on that sidewalk, even though there was no ice.  Heh.

You know what bugs me, for reasons unknown?  Godsons and Goddaughters.  Whenever someone says they have to attend an event featuring their “Godson” it irritates me.  I think it’s all pretension, somehow.  I know there’s probably religious tradition behind it, but don’t believe that’s the reason people still cling to it.  I think they’re just full of shit, and like to put on a show.  It’s something that bothers me, but I can’t really figure out why.  Can you help me out with this?  I need to zero in on my animosity, as it pertains to Godsons and Goddaughters.

Last night at work I listened to an entire baseball game from September 1967, between the Boston Red Sox and Chicago White Sox.  I snagged it from this podcast, and loved every minute of it.  I didn’t know half the players, but it didn’t matter.  I actually found myself getting into it, and caring who won and lost.

I started reading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo a few days ago.  I got a Kindle copy for $1.99, and was craving some pure entertainment.  So, I’m giving it a shot.  Have you read those three books?  What are your opinions?

The dude wrote the trilogy, saw it become an international phenomenon, and promptly dropped dead.  He was 50 or something, and didn’t have a will.  His longtime live-in girlfriend was entitled to none of the money, and it was a big mess.  I think the author’s brother finally saw to it that she was taken care of, but the story behind the story could’ve been a novel all by itself.

I’m less than 100 pages into the first book.  Have you read them?  What are your thoughts?

Also, I don’t think I’ve read an actual physical book, since I bought my Kindle.  I have hundreds, maybe thousands, of books lying around our house, but I like reading on the Kindle so much better.  I can adjust the font to whatever is comfortable, and there’s a small light built into the cover that allows me to read in bed, without bothering Toney.  Before Kindle (B.K.), I’d have to turn on a lamp, and she’d start sighing and rolling around.

A few days ago I decided I wanted to re-read the Hoke Moseley series, by Charles Willeford.  It’s a four-book crime series, featuring a retired cop in Florida.  The books are twisted, lots of fun, and feature not a single unnecessary word.  Willeford had honed his craft to the point where there was no fat, whatsoever.  I love those books, and have read them twice each.

So, I dug them out again, and sat down in a chair with the first one: Miami Blues.  And the type was so tiny, I almost had a seizure.  My eyes were going crossed, and my temples were throbbing, before I finished the first chapter.

I don’t know.  I’d hate to think my relationship with actual books is over.  I had a giant attitude toward the Kindle when it first appeared (I’m a purist!  I will always cherish the feel of a real book in my hands!!), but I’m a total convert, at this point.  It pains me to admit it, but it’s true.  I prefer the Kindle version, every time, and could’ve never predicted such a thing.

In fact, I’m always a hard sell when it comes to technology.  I have to be dragged, kicking and shrieking like a schoolgirl, from my established routines.  I hated the idea of the CD, the mp3, the DVD, the ebook, the smartphone, etc.  If it ain’t broke, and all that stuff…  But I eventually come around, establish new routines, and defend them in exasperated tones whenever they’re challenged.  It’s the cycle of life, I guess.

Before I call it a day here, I’d like to invite you to try out Dropbox, if you haven’t already.  It’s free, and I love it.  It’s a folder that resides in “the cloud,” so you can access its contents from any computer with an internet connection.  Therefore, it acts as a backup for important documents or photos, or whatever.  If your computer shits the bed, no problem… the important stuff is in your Dropbox.  Plus, you can work on projects from multiple computers, and also share files with others – without having to attach them to an email.

It’s really great, and I know you’ll love it.  If you sign up through my link, I’ll earn extra space in my Dropbox.  But that’s not the main reason I’m suggesting it.  I just really like it, and want to help spread the word.  My book project goes straight to the Dropbox at the end of every day, and I can even read the manuscript on my phone if I want.

Check it out.  It’s good stuff, and costs nothing.

And I just realized I haven’t had my evening feeding yet.  That needs to be corrected, straigh’ away.  I think I’m going to order a pizza, and spin it on my finger like Scooby Doo.

I’ll see you guys again soon.

Have a great day!

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