When I was a kid, the family dog was a mutt half a dog tall and two dogs long, and her name was Midget. She was a great family dog. She hated men, barked only when there was a problem, never licked and loved to chase the tennis ball.
In fact, playing fetch was her most favorite thing in the world, and we all played it with her daily. My mom would play fetch in the mornings, I played fetch in the afternoon when I came home from school, and my sister would play fetch later on in the evening.
The dog was in great shape and loved every bit of it.
So one day, I had a great idea--I got Midget excited and riled up about chasing a tennis ball, and then I threw about a dozen of them at once. For a split second, life was suddenly the best it could ever possibly be, and every great dream she ever had suddenly came true.
She darted around, picking up and putting down each tennis ball, never bringing anything back. Then she looked over at me, cocked her head to the side and trotted over to me wagging her tail awkwardly.
"Get the ball," I told her. She looked back and then just trotted off. She was done.
Having my computer back is like that. I have a ton of Works In Progress (WIP) to get done and I was really excited about getting my computer so I could tear into them. But now that I have my computer, I'm more interested in farting around, playing games and checking out various places.
Plus my monitor is very old and dark, so I can't see images all that well, and the glare kind of hurts my eyes.
But that hasn't stopped these WIPs from trying to get my attention.
"When are you going to sub me, Ted?"
"Wait! I'm almost ready to get sent out, I just need some final editing."
"Shut up and wait your turn! He's sub'd me out twice and it's my turn until I'm published!"
"All you guys need to hold on," I said. "I'll get to you when I'm ready."
"When the hell is that going to be?" The Performance short story was glaring at me. He was a special breed and not all too patient anymore.
"Soon," I said. "I promise."
So that's what I'm doing today. It's my day off, the Bears are on, F1 is on and I'm cooking bean soup. In between all of that I'm checking out various things and looking at what needs attention now.
What can I get done today?
All the while, the Big Clock just keeps on ticking.
In fact, playing fetch was her most favorite thing in the world, and we all played it with her daily. My mom would play fetch in the mornings, I played fetch in the afternoon when I came home from school, and my sister would play fetch later on in the evening.
The dog was in great shape and loved every bit of it.
So one day, I had a great idea--I got Midget excited and riled up about chasing a tennis ball, and then I threw about a dozen of them at once. For a split second, life was suddenly the best it could ever possibly be, and every great dream she ever had suddenly came true.
She darted around, picking up and putting down each tennis ball, never bringing anything back. Then she looked over at me, cocked her head to the side and trotted over to me wagging her tail awkwardly.
"Get the ball," I told her. She looked back and then just trotted off. She was done.
Having my computer back is like that. I have a ton of Works In Progress (WIP) to get done and I was really excited about getting my computer so I could tear into them. But now that I have my computer, I'm more interested in farting around, playing games and checking out various places.
Plus my monitor is very old and dark, so I can't see images all that well, and the glare kind of hurts my eyes.
But that hasn't stopped these WIPs from trying to get my attention.
"When are you going to sub me, Ted?"
"Wait! I'm almost ready to get sent out, I just need some final editing."
"Shut up and wait your turn! He's sub'd me out twice and it's my turn until I'm published!"
"All you guys need to hold on," I said. "I'll get to you when I'm ready."
"When the hell is that going to be?" The Performance short story was glaring at me. He was a special breed and not all too patient anymore.
"Soon," I said. "I promise."
So that's what I'm doing today. It's my day off, the Bears are on, F1 is on and I'm cooking bean soup. In between all of that I'm checking out various things and looking at what needs attention now.
What can I get done today?
All the while, the Big Clock just keeps on ticking.
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