They told me my body would be undergoing some chemical and hormonal changes as my systems attempt to rebalance themselves after Amber’s birth.
I said, “I’ll be fine. I’ve been through it before. Twice, in fact. I’m what you might call an old hand at this baby-having business thingamabob.”
They said, “Why are we even bothering attempting to hand you medical advice you might need? You obviously know what you’re doing. Silly us; we’ll just go along now and hand out free enemas to our next ten patients. Carry on then.”
I said, “Pip pip and tallyho.”
They said, “Eleven on this floor alone.”
I said, “Huh?”
They said, “It’s something of a subtle joke. Just let it sink in; you’ll get it eventually.”
… I’m sorry, where was I?
Right. Digging into my whine and cheese platter. Join me, won’t you?
This was originally supposed to be the day I posted a review of something in the entertainment industry – a novel, a TV show, a movie, a game – and I had one almost ready to go last night. Close to two thousand words on The Gathering Storm, the latest instalment of The Wheel of Time series… and then MS Word took a giant shit and crashed out, then refused to let me auto-recover the auto-saved file. It even refused to let me bring back to life the saved copy I had, instead reverting to an earlier saved draft because of some sort of “corruption” in the file.
Six hundred words do not an adequate post make.
Then I was going to post a review of the last season of Lost since the next and final season begins Tuesday night, but halfway through, I realized that I just hadn’t watched it recently enough to adequately be able to sum up all the shit that happened with the time-travelling and Jesus-like resurrections and the Jughead nuke and the near-dozen or so characters they didn’t ignore for the entire season.
Yet, this is why I have a shit-ton of bandwidth. I fully expect that I’ll use up a couple of gigs of it tonight and tomorrow night rewatching the last handful of episodes of Season 5, just as a refresher as to exactly what the fuck is happening on that island.
So. Tomorrow on Monday Review: Lost in Cyberspace.
I know, my wit is lacking today. Fuck off, I’ve only had one cup of tea.
So today, instead of a Sunday Review, I’ve decided to offer up a piece of fiction from the depths of my Documents folder. Hopefully, by offering more and more of this every week, I’ll actually be motivated to finish the fucking thing off. It’s a sci-fi piece, but it’s not hard sci-fi. I call it:
Infinite Space in a Box