A conversation I had with my friend Frank.
1: I know what you can do to fix your computer.
2: What?
1: Just get a new motherboard!
2: What? That’s like $800!
1: Yeah, isn’t that a great idea?
2: No! No, I don’t have $800!
1: I even figured out where you could get the money, too.
2: Where?
1: Just win the lottery.
2: Of course! Why didn’t I think of it?
1: Yeah, I know, it’s like free money!
2: I wonder why nobody else does it? It seems so basic.
1: I know, just don’t tell everyone: they might steal our idea.
Today, I am thankful for my beautiful, beautiful hands and the fact that when typing, I can get so many hedons just from staring at my hands. You’d be surprised how often I do that.
I am also glad that I have my own blog and can therefore have full discretion in deciding what counts as a post.
This, for instance, is one. Ha, ha! And now… back to my novel…
Lappy Update: A friend of mine offered to give me his old computer. I’m going to say ‘no,’ because I fear this is a favor with strings attached. And I’m deathly afraid of strings.
If I said you have girly hands, will you unfriend me? Even if I mean it as a compliment? I kid. You have nice hands. (That was a real compliment. Aren’t you proud of me?)
I am glad you like Seattle so much. Compliments on your Scrabble skills.
Frank is a frickin’ genius. And you could be a hand model! That would pay for a new laptop, and introduce you to hand fetishists worldwide. It’s a win-win!