Ding and Various Dongs — Your life and mine

Perched over screen like tweaking gargoyle, switching browser tabs responding to beeps of various kinds.

Email is like Vegas in your pocket. Good news, bad news, newsletters or, the one thing worse than bad news : no news.

Involved as one is with this or that project, (lately as executive wrangler), the contents of an email are like a sentence. Will I sleep well tonight, or will I pace, grind my teeth and comfort eat, alternating between the laser focus of problem-solving, and the spewing of colourful vitriol at source of problem.

Jesus ! I don’t understand. It’s not hard!

They said what!?

Okay, okay, eyes on the prize. Focus here. It’s just damage control, and we can do it.

Ah bullshit ! Retiring from civilisation. Minion. Burn my ID’s and get me cloak!

And then I return to the facts of not having a minion and this being an internal monologue and my jaw dislocates.

I have no plans to unplug from the Matrix any time soon, but admit technology doesn’t always make life easier.

We can communicate faster so we communicate more. Instant messages are just that, instant. Lot of instants available.

Let’s hold off inventing telepathy for the moment. Be stressful.

This has been the sixty-third publication of Dressing Gown, a daily blog from Ted Janet.