Day: November 25, 2016

Son of A Gun

My normal coffee writing consumption is the Michael – four shots of espresso in a non-fat mocha, in a twelve ounce cup. One barista always charged me less than the others, putting me into an OCD tizzy. She explained that the sixteen ounce is actually less expensive because it already includes four shots. So she would charge me for a sixteen ounce and put it into a twelve ounce cup.

I was duly awed by her thinking. I was due a free mocha today as part of the customer loyalty program so I went for a sixteen ounce mocha.

“You want extra shots?” Shannon asked. “It comes with four but we can bump it up to six.”

Six? Dare I?

Hell, yeah, I’m sixty years old.

Just call me a six shooter, an old son of a gun, a word slinger.

“I’m a cowboy. On a laptop, I write. I’m wanted, dead or alive.”

Sorry, Bon Jovi, but my words make as much sense as your lyrics.

Time to write like caffeine infused crazy, at least one more time.

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Today’s Theme Music

Good morning, Mr. Phelps.

Thanksgiving is yesterday’s news until next year. Black Friday has commenced.

Winter is coming.

Now it gets serious.

You’re going to what today…? Diet? Exercise? Shop till you drop? Keep talking with the voices in your head and writing while maintaining a reasonable facade of sanity?

Drink till you drop, or never eat or drink again?

Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to get it done, whatever you’re pursuing today. Here’s the music to use at pivotal moments to build momentum and carry you on.

This message will self-describe in five seconds, taking whatever you’re reading this on with it. Oh, come on, don’t act surprised. Planned obsolescence has become a fine manufacturing art. Its destruction will help the economy because you’ll be forced to buy a new one. So it’s really a blessing.

 

 

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