Saturday, August 30, 2008
clean
Cleaned pool, hoping to sell it to a friend of mine. I hate taking care of pools now. I will never fulfill my dream of being a Cabana boy.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
who calls at this ungodly hour?
12:09 AM.
So I'm sitting at my desk working on a fantastic piece of fiction, a stunning literary achievement just waiting to happen, when, at exactly midnight, my friggin' cell phone starts ringing.
It's a business line really, and I look at the little screen and it says RESTRICTED. Restricted? WTF does that mean anyway? Why do they even allow that shit? So it rings and rings, and I let it ring and ring because there's no way in hell I'm going to pick up a RESTRICTED call at midnight. Who knows what whack-job is on the other end? Why would anyone use a RESTRICTED number, unless they are up to no good. It was EXACTLY midnight. Who was calling me? A mass murderer?
"I’m in your house."
A crazy ex-girlfriend?
"I had your love-child! He's twenty-one and he wants to meet you!"
or
"This is the NSA, what the hell are you up to?"
So I let it ring. And it stops ringing, missed call. No voicemail.
Then, at 12:02, it rings again! Oh my GOD!
"This is Elvis, I need your help on a very important mission. President Nixon specified you by name . . ."
Who calls at this ungodly hour? Charles Mansion? Does he get phone privileges?
Then again, maybe someone was just having wicked-bad computer problems.
So I'm sitting at my desk working on a fantastic piece of fiction, a stunning literary achievement just waiting to happen, when, at exactly midnight, my friggin' cell phone starts ringing.
It's a business line really, and I look at the little screen and it says RESTRICTED. Restricted? WTF does that mean anyway? Why do they even allow that shit? So it rings and rings, and I let it ring and ring because there's no way in hell I'm going to pick up a RESTRICTED call at midnight. Who knows what whack-job is on the other end? Why would anyone use a RESTRICTED number, unless they are up to no good. It was EXACTLY midnight. Who was calling me? A mass murderer?
"I’m in your house."
A crazy ex-girlfriend?
"I had your love-child! He's twenty-one and he wants to meet you!"
or
"This is the NSA, what the hell are you up to?"
So I let it ring. And it stops ringing, missed call. No voicemail.
Then, at 12:02, it rings again! Oh my GOD!
"This is Elvis, I need your help on a very important mission. President Nixon specified you by name . . ."
Who calls at this ungodly hour? Charles Mansion? Does he get phone privileges?
Then again, maybe someone was just having wicked-bad computer problems.
Monday, August 25, 2008
camping trip: what happened
We camped at Duke Creek campgrounds. There was much relaxation and fire. We played ladderball and tossed a football. There was hiking. There were full-scale, operational gallows. A dam was built. I did nothing for four days. Sunflower seeds were consumed. No electronics were taken. Soduku puzzles were solved. A beach chair was occupied. Tents were put together, used and taken down again. A good time was had by all. And now I am back.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Can't wait for GeekAid!
Everyone within the sound of this blog should come to GeekAid! details are here and I guarantee a good time will be had by all. Music, beer, and a relaxed small-town atmosphere. Check out the bands this August 16th
GeekAid 2008
Saturday, August 16th, 12pm – 8pm
Riverside Park, Grand Rapids, MI
Saturday, August 16th, 12pm – 8pm
Riverside Park, Grand Rapids, MI
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
book review: How Fiction Works
#51 How Fiction Works | James Wood | 2008 | * * * * | Finally, someone explains quoted speech, indirect speech, and free indirect speech! Hooray! ~ August 12, 2008 |
see all my book reviews
Thursday, August 07, 2008
movie review: the dark knight
batman: the dark knight | 2008 | * * * * | Lots of action, whatever. The only bright spot in this otherwise ho-hum action movie is Heath Ledger. Oh, why did this actor have to go and get himself killed after this BRILLIANT performance? His bad-guy performance ranks right up there with Jack Nicholson's immortal mad-man in "The Shining". Every time The Joker appeared the movie was great, but when he was gone, it was just average. Oh, and Maggie Gyllenhaal is smokin' hot. |
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About Me
- dan
- I am the author of 5 books: Android Down, Firewood for Cannibals, The Cubicles of Madness, Robot Stories, and most recently, Various Meats and Cheeses. I live and write in Michigan. My website is at danmanning.com