Day 55. 161 pages, 58,131 words.
Busy weekend (that turned out to not be so busy) with not much to add, so I figured I would share a few of my most recent run-ins with technology and some of the ways I find of enjoying myself with it.
First of all, I’m on WhatsApp these days, because of a few people who refused to get on Facebook and a few others who (justifiably) hate the Facebook Messenger program.
The default message is “Hey there! I am using WhatsApp.” Fucking inspiring, guys. Really.
Then of course, semi-related because WhatsApp is my new cheap alternative to sending text messages to Mrs. Hatboy during the day (she sees WhatsApp messages, while Facebook notifications are apparently hit-and-miss), I had to share this little snippet of my daily office life. Which took an abrupt right-turn into personal life, and illustrates just how few fucks Mrs. Hatboy gives about the crazy shit I do after three hours’ sleep.
Red and black are colours, right?
Speaking of text messages, I have been getting more and more calls from unknown numbers lately, so I have taken to sending them messages. I know that most telemarketing places don’t take messages, which frankly makes this funnier. But sometimes I’ll get calls from the same number several times, and that’s when I start having doubts as to whether this may just be a poor unsuspecting friend who has gotten a new number and forgotten to tell me.
Oh well. It’s war.
Finally, in other news, apparently there was some sort of big sporting event and the Cubs won the World Series of it. I only retained this much information because I’m pretty sure it was a thing Marty McFly saw in the future (uh, 2015) and thought it was pretty wild. Apparently it hasn’t happened in 108 years, which makes it rather neat.
Anyway, a bunch of USians on my Facebook wall were being all adorable and excited about it. Which was nice. The poor dears need some cheering up, they’re having such a hard time deciding which huge rancid bowl full of dog shit they would rather take a spoonful of this election. While simultaneously seeming to ignore the fact that there are, you know, other bowls.
“Wow, our democracy is just the worst. Let’s export it everywhere.” – USians, taking a leaf out of the Foster’s Playbook.
That’s it for today. Off to an assortment of engagements and parties. Report later, maybe.