Program Not Responding. Damn it. In a work zone working working working working not saving not saving not saving so good so good…gone. Ghost white screen. Tiny spinning wheel of doom, disaster, misfortune, calamity, whatever. It is just short of death. In death, no worry is required. Fear and loathsome living is what happens in a life where ideas are tippity-tappitied onto the non-page of digital downfall. A culture on a slippery slope into the eventual loss of all knowledge. Somewhere, maybe, monks are gathering together the remaining knowledge in hard copy and sequestering it in a monolithic tower off the coast where no fiend will find it until after the machines have had their way. They will save scant vestiges of civilization once again, if history’s saintly lies are to be believed. Meanwhile…tiny spinning wheel of doom, disaster, misfortune, calamity, whatever. Waiting. Knowing. The document is done. The composition is kaput. Computer will not convey a copy. Pen and paper were so simple. Program Not Responding. Damn it. My life is a hell.
Bacon grease. Damn it. The bacon is cooked, an already evil deadly delight. Now, pan of grease is hot and danger slick. Needs to go… Where? The coffee cans mother used to fill and collect on a shelf are not now how this kitchen lives. And barely eating bacon at doctor directive of impending death from clogged arterial tracts. He proposes a plant-based diet avoiding including anything processed in a plant. This is bacon sneaked in when he’s not looking. But now, there is no grease keep. Looking, seeking. Slamming cupboards sliding drawers. Empty vessels do not abound. Want to toss this slick without gruesome greasy mess. Empty vessels often are in the trash. Not this morning. But wait. Wait, yes, maybe, will it…the empty eggshell repurposed. Like baby bear bed, just right for holding the dose of deadly golden goodness poured from the pan. The shell now sits, waiting for the waste bin. Hot grease going cold. Will it ever gel or will it stay liquid? What have I done. Just a different problem to solve. Bacon grease. Damn it. My life is a hell.
This is hard for me. My life is a hell. Be afraid. Or you will join me. TFTD: WTH?