So let me tell you about my troubles.
I like wall calendars and this past year I bought a movie monster poster calendar from the real golden age of such things – and they’re awesome and they’re salivating and there’s women screaming and weirdly-shaped space ships and giant bugs. And there are a couple of months that are too scary for my bedroom wall. Shut up. You don’t know. The monster for November is all slimy and toothy and moray eelish on top of it all and it’s just too creepy to be the last thing I see before I turn off the light.
And so I can’t flip the calendar away from October till December.
This shit is real.
Anywho. We’re headed to NERFA. We’re passing around New York City, watching the skyline make it’s way into the rearview. This takes a long time. It’s a big city. A cloudless blue sky just highlights the discoloured smog that chokes that town. We’re making our way from open patch of road to open patch of road, delayed immensely by incompetent chicken merchants in New Jersey, we’ll be early enough, but later than we’d like, and at a conference like NERFA where everything takes two or three times longer than you’d like, early might be too late.
What can I say? We’re popular peeps.
Damn the incompetent chicken merchants of New Jersey. Damn them straight to Hell.
Of course, working with incompetents in a New Jersey truck stop? Maybe they’re already damned and I’M part of THEIR punishment…