In response to Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, the voices in my head will be speaking on my behalf today.
Yeah, we’re speaking, ‘cuz you got nothin. All week long, you’re all meeting, meeting, meeting, conference call, “quiet, quiet, I gotta think about these measurements…” blah, blah, blah. Then, Friday night comes around and you got bupkis, and you’re all “hey, do you guys want to take a stab at Linda’s prompt?”
We got better things to do. Well, OK, we don’t, but that doesn’t matter. You should have planned to let us do this all along this week. No, you thought you could pull off a bar conversation, after working three days and spending two in the garage building stuff, and talking to yourself, but not us. Yeah we heard you: “29.2°, 29.2°, 29…” how many times do you have to…
View original post 440 more words