I don’t even know what to file this under. Maybe I need a new category.
I’m starting something new. It’s a kind of audioblog of sorts, but it’s fiction. It’s not the grand multi-actor experiment that I had envisioned for the Blogathon and never followed through, but it’s definitely something to cause a stir.
This looks like a decent freeware PHP editor. Finally.
Anything that’s not a Starbucks will do just fine for me. I was sitting at our usual curbside table at Picaso’s waiting - hot chai latte on the table, eyes fixed on today’s newspaper headlines.
It wasn’t long until Bob strolled up and flopped himself into the seat across from me.
I was about to berate him for being late - again - to our usual morning pre-work meeting, when I observed something over the top of my paper that blanked this from my mind.
“What – the heck – is that - on your head?” I asked.
At work today, the boss called me over the intercom to tell me he was sending me email. This seems strange at first, but if you see the spam that we get, you’d understand why he might want to warn me that something was incoming.
Anyhow, I was set to wait patiently for the email. Not even a moment passed when Thunderbird reported a new message in the work bin, so I opened it up. This is what it said:
Yes, something terrible waits for Little Red Riding Hood, evil grandma.