If you use Gmail, do my Friday dispatches land in the PROMOTIONS bucket all of a sudden? The copy that comes to me does, and it bugs me. I have a feeling many people never see the email because of that. Also, why do I get emails from Sears? Sears?! Seriously? But I’m getting off-track already… For what reasons are my Friday emails flagged as PROMOTION? I think I’m going to contact Carl Google, or whoever heads up that company, and complain. They’re getting a little too clever for their own good.
Of course, some people are obviously reading the emails. The super-secret updates receive a good number of comments every week. Also, about five people unsubscribe every time I send one out. Yes, it’s very uplifting… When that happens, the person is given the option to send me an email explaining their decision. Most don’t take ’em up on it, but a few do. Here’s one I received last week:
I wanted this new home to be better than TheWVSR, and I’m afraid I am having a difficult time enjoying the new content.
While the content may not be for me, I do wish you the best in the future.
Thank you for all the laughs, especially the Rocky & Bill stories. I’ll never forget that slice of pizza that got hurled at the wall like a fastball, and the parents coming home to what could only be compared to a scene from Animal House. And let’s not forget the time that Rocky (?) slugged you in the nuts and you said “Get me my glasses so I can kick your ass”. That had me howling laughing so much.
Damn it Jeff, I miss those days reading / talking about that kind of stuff.
I hate to lose a person like this. They’re obviously a longtime reader, and enjoyed my stuff in the past. But I’m 51 years old. I don’t go out and get roaring drunk anymore. Things have changed. I’d like to think I can hold everyone’s attention, regardless of what’s going on. But, clearly, that ain’t always the case. Oh well. It’s a good thing my heart has pretty much turned to coal at this point. Ten years ago an email like the one above would’ve ruined a week. Today? Most of the big emotions have been completely burned out.
Back on August 8 I made the proclamation that I would abstain from drinking alcohol until my second novel was finished. It’s now been two months, and I haven’t written a word. I wonder if the Yuengling Corporation is in a panic-state, wondering what happened? I’m picturing Carl Yuengling, or whatever, standing in front of a chart with a line-graph pointing down, down, down.
I feel good, though. I’m getting more sleep than normal, reading a shitload of books, and guzzling tumblers of liquefied spinach etc. every day. But the main goal — the writing of the novel itself — remains elusive. Soon, very soon. I have some good ideas, I think.
I’m getting ready to hit the road, to pick up the older boy from college. He has a fall break, and so do some of his knucklehead friends who go to other schools. So… most of them will be back this weekend, reunited and ready to make their parents crazy. Good stuff.
Our son and his girlfriend are having problems. In fact, I believe they’re broken up. It changes from day to day, so I might not have received the latest memo. But, in any case, it’s not going well. He’s sad, but seems to be handling it pretty well. Better than I ever did, anyway. Breakups always knocked me on my ass for weeks at a time. He seems to be taking it reasonably well.
It’ll be good to see him, but I dread the super-obscure Jimi Hendrix bootlegs he’ll want to play while driving back this afternoon. It’s all just jamming, no semblance of a song, whatsoever. I can’t stand that kind of thing. It’s like the soundtrack of a nervous breakdown, or a grand mal seizure, or something. Noodling and noodling and noodling… Good god, man! I respect Jimi, and like some of his stuff, but those live recordings make me want to throw myself into an active volcano. Give me the Buzzcocks, any day. Two and a half minutes, baby!
But it’ll be a good visit, I hope. We’re looking forward to seeing him, and have some things planned. Like dinner at his favorite restaurant, etc. I love that boy. We’re going to make sure this visit goes better than the last one. I’ll even endure the Jimi Hendrix live in Terre Haute fan recording of a 37 minute version of “Machine Gun,” or whatever. Just like my dad endured Candy-O, which he absolutely HATED for some reason. Heh. It’s the circle of life.
I don’t have a real question, so we’ll stick to the tried and true: what are your plans for the weekend? Anything exciting? It’s beautiful and full-blown fall here in the Upper Perogie Belt. I probably should mow one more time, and might actually do it. And I might not. We’ll see how it goes.
Have a great one, my friends.