Every once and awhile, after I disappear into an extended
brain fog and cease contributing to the world at large...or small...my e-mail
distributer will take matters into its own hands and arbitrarily send out a
past retort, just to wake me up.
So that’s why, if you’re a subscriber, you may have received
something about Christmas and cars, a while back.
Sorry...but I take no responsibility for my artificial
intelligence. I have enough trouble managing my actual intelligence, or lack
thereof
However, I guess this AI knew what it was doing, since here I
am...unintelligently intact...but still lackadaisical and indifferent to all
things retorting.
And since the topic of said past retort was cars...and I
just bought a new car, I suppose I have to pay attention...at least a little.
I have to admit, lately, the universe seems to be dangling
many shiny new things, in addition to cars, in my direction, so my personal
distraction quotient is way over the top.
I think it has something to do with mixing up my contact
lenses.
The thought of sitting quietly in front of a computer
screen, pecking out one inanity after another for a reason I have yet to figure
out has been more often than not pushed aside by my propensity for counting
raindrops.
There’s a lot of them...and someone has to do it...maybe.
And why stare at a screen full of repeating binary numbers
for hours at a time, when I can stare out the window repeating my jalapeno tuna
sandwich for hours at a time?
Yet who am I to ignore a cosmic nudge...so I guess I better
tell you about my new car.
