I am using Seth’s work laptop, and it doesn’t have a t. I have to stick my finger in a hole to type a T. No matter.
My Mac lost it’s hard drive. It just disappeared, so we sent him to the hospital, but it’s not looking good. There goes most of our music, poetry, and pictures. I can’t think about it anymore. Here. Let me stick my finger in the t hole: tttttttt.
So many things will have just disappeared into oblivion. I thoughT to myself Thank Goodness for my blog, or I would have very few pictures of Ian’s life so far. I’m going to have to start posting way more pictures – when I get my computer back, that is.
My brother just told me a story that is definitely worth remembering …
Scotty is a free-lance graphic design guy in NYC, and he had a huge interview that he really needed to score. He was told to just look for a blonde guy at some coffee shop. He gets there and immediately sees a blonde guy walking toward him in recognition. The guy says, “Are you Scott?” and of course Scott says yes. So the blonde steps up to him and hands him this huge milkshake, and then he walks away.
Scotty just stands there dumbfounded, holding a gas-staion size drink (I added that detail) thinking to himself: what kind of interview is this? What am I supposed to do? The blonde guy goes and sits down, and finally Scott gets up enough nerve to appraoch him.
“Um, excuse me … Um, what is the milkshake for?”
The guy just says, “You’re my neighbor, right?” And Scott had to say no, he had never seen him in his life.
The blonde gets aggravated that he had been friendly, so he shoots Scotty a bird and walks out –just as another blonde guy walks in.
Scott had his entire interview while drinking the milkshake equivalent of the Route 66.