“JESSICA!” I shouted, standing in my backyard.
I waited for a response, but none came. Sound travels fast, or so I’ve heard. I’ve never personally timed it myself. I could drive to her in a day and a half or so, but how long till she hears her name?
“You can’t even make a joke anymore.”
“Everyone is too up their own asses with this PC bullshit.”
“George Carlin would have something to say about this!”
This is all I’ve been hearing lately. Everyone seems to be up in arms about not being able to tell a joke without suffering the most heinous of fallout. They’re so convinced everyone is out to get them for uttering something funny they’ve completely shut down.
Okay… So they haven’t. They just got a new soapbox upon which to whine.
It’s that magical day of the week, the one where everyone around you turns into walking calendars to remind you the week is over. “Happy Friday,” they say with their holographic smiles, their coffee- stained teeth showing.
Okay… So I’m between books. When it’s all said and done, I finished three first drafts of novels this year.
“Finished” may be too strong a word. It’s more like two and two-thirds. Still, who’d complain about that? Anyway, it’s time to work on some shorts.
It’s a special time of year. The kids are returning to school, autumn is just around the corner, pumpkin flavored everything is everywhere, and it’s time for Daniel Aegan to release his second book!
…I mean that you’ve been programmed to believe what your programmers want you to believe.
No, I’m not broken hearted. Just disappointed.
