Last week, Mr. Petruska, a modern man of letters @ Mark My Words, challenged me to mix things up and write a letter to my future self. So, I did.
Dear Chancellor HonieBriggs,
Please allow me to express my gratitude for your visit. I know it was a stretch, what with time travel being so inconvenient this close to finalizing the Pepsi Center Peace Accord. You’ll be pleased to know I’ve begun implementing your seven steps to awesomeness, but something about that Kardashian domestic bliss initiative didn’t sound quite right. Were you serious? You know it can be hard to tell when you’re trying to be funny.
Thanks again for the heads up on the Lohan addiction treatment kiosks – good to know my Dorito habit causes no permanent damage. Whew! Can’t wait to get that monkey off my back. Who knew Chianti Classico becomes like mother’s milk to me? By the way, did I hear you tell my loyal follower we need to stop eating shellfish or stop being selfish?
I know you said printable clothing never really catches on, but I think I’ll save up for that 3D printer anyway. You know, just in case. After all, you are wrong from time to time. As you were leaving, I couldn’t quite make out what you were shouting back at me. Did you say, “Avoid suspicion, fly naked or poor vision, try Lasik?”
Maybe I do need to go ahead and get that miracle ear.
All the best,
P.S. I will try to stop second guessing myself.
P.S.S. Thanks for not giving up on me you me!
22 thoughts on “The Future Is NOW”
What ijit would ever call you stupid? Gad, can’t believe it. I find your tone perfectly discernible.
I was a bit surprised myself. Guess my sense of humor doesn’t translate into ijit. Poor ijits! 😉
If you can’t tell when you’re being serious is there any hope for the rest of us? I am so glad to hear about the Pepsi Center Peace Accords, is that a new Honda?
No hope, Lorri. None at all. Somebody actually called me stupid recently over a comment I made about Gerard Depardieu and I honestly couldn’t believe the person didn’t know I was kidding.
That is too funny. Honda Peace Accords. Yes, manufactured in North Korea at the Rodman Plant. HA!
I find your tone pretty easy to figure out – irony is either indignation or humor – look at the context and it’s simple 🙂 I can’t believe someone would call you stupid – dork! (not you, the idiot who called you stupid)
I’m sure the Honda Peace Accords play only folk music, run on french fry oil, and have solar powered air conditioning.
I KNOW~~poor f…fella needs to have his tin foil helmet adjusted.
you one crazy lady. love the chandelier. How many days, uh years did it take to make that?
A weekend crazy lady convention. HA! Some people scrapbook…
I’m just kidding. That chandelier is in a bar at the Gaylord Texan Hotel & Convention Center. It was too cool not to snap a shot of it.
This made me giggle in my coffee! Thanks for a great start to the day. 🙂
Mornin’! My day is just coming to a close. It’s almost happy hour!
lol – Evenin’ to you! These timezones do my head in. I’m glad there’s a small overlap where we can chat in the ‘now’.
Cheers to you and your interview! It is great that you’re getting some exposure for your book.
I’m a bit of an introvert, so all of this exposure stuff is daunting, but if it gives my book more of a chance of being read then that’s what I’ll have to do.
I may be doing a ‘live’ interview on bookcast some time in the future and that is making me really nervous!
Can’t say I’ve ever blogged naked, but part of my novel may or may not have been written in the buff. Hey, it was 108 F that summer. You think A/C alone is enough to cut it?
Well, we see the triple digits here quite a lot, but no naked blogging. (That we care to talk about.)
Oh shellfish! That washed a bit of light on everything.
Do tell. 😀
😄😄så herlig lampe😄
It was “Stop eating Shellfish” and “Fly Naked”. The latter is but a short step from blogging naked.
Oh He Who (made me laugh out loud) got it, thanks!