A Mind of Its Own – a Fiction

Again with the Writer’s Digest writing prompt! It’s like I don’t have a mind of my own to come up with these post!

The prompt:

A Mind of its Own: Your computer won’t shut down when you are getting ready to leave work at five. Instead, it is looping a message, and then attempts to tell you something. What is your computer doing?

This is a sequel to this story, if it matters. It shouldn’t, though.

“Honey, it’s happening again!”

“What’s happening?”

“The computer’s talking to me again.”

“Not the new one.”


“Nonsense words, or…”

“It says I’m going to die today.”



“Just as you’re going out to meet the new publishers.”

“Uh huh.”

“You ever think it’s not the computers but the store we’ve been buying them from?”

“Can’t be. I bought this from a different place.”

“Maybe it’s the brand.”

“Well it is the same as the last one.”

“What brand is it, I’ll check on line while you’re out to see if anyone else is having problems. Maybe they’ve got an answer.”

“Sounds good. Let’s see… it’s a… Yoonorite.”



“You spent good money on something called You No Write?”

“That’s the way it’s looking, yep.”

“Honey, don’t take this wrong way, but…”

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.”

There Will Be No Apology Made Over Pieces

Just leaving a note here to remind myself of the day.  However today’s the day that not only did I start swearing during the course of writing a review, but I also had to stop writing for the day, so mad have I gotten.

The swearing probably will be edited out when the review goes up on Friday.

For the curious, the title refers to this post.

Now if you excuse me, I’m heading off to find something to cool me down.  Whiskey might do the trick.  Or jumping in a lake.

Jesus Christ, When Did I Turn into Eeyore?

Everything about that last post is sooooo depressing.  I meant it a little lighter than that.  Dunno what I was thinking.

Oh well, better than being a braying internet jackass.  Which, sadly, I have been.

No links there.  At least not this post…

EDITED TO ADD: So I’m giving this post a quick look see for gaffes (habit, as spell check came up with nothing) when I notice the following in related (it may even still be there):

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A clay woman with her face in her own guts and a depressed Aquaman being accused of killing his own son by his wife.  What does that say about my life?

Or at the very least this post?

EDITED AGAIN TO ADD: So I checked related again to see if the same posts were linked, and the following popped up.  Arrow points to the… er… focus of this particular point.

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Is this WordPress’s way of trying to cheer me up?

The Ninth Year is the Least Important Year, Anyways

It suddenly clicked in my head that yesterday was the ninth anniversary of this blog.  I had completely forgotten it.


I’m thankful I’m not married.  My wife would have killed me by this point.

Not necessarily over forgotten anniversaries, but still.

Anyways, last year was by far one of the worst I have had.  More bad years are on their way, of course, but here’s to hoping we are all here ten years from now.

And by we I of course am talking about myself and the mouse I have in my pocket…

Smile! Doncha Just Love Smileys!

:-) :-D :-) ;-) :-)

You might notice a sudden uptick in smileys around here.  Like right at the top of this post.  That’s because you’re very observant.  You should be proud.

Snark aside, I don’t use smileys a lot.  In fact, that series above might be the most I’ve ever done in a post before.  I try to let my words speak for me.  If you can’t tell my intent without a sting of superfluous symbols at the end, then I’ve failed.

(Of course, you might not be “getting” what I’m saying, too.  That’s always possible.  But come on.  What are the odds?)

:-| :\ :-| >:D :-|

The cause of this sudden outburst of typographical emotion is in part that WordPress has added new artwork for their smileys.  I thought hey!  Why not have a little fun with them since they’re there?  Might make for a fun blog post.

That’s another part of why I’m doing this, incidentally.  Another blog post.  Blogger’s block had set in, or, rather, writing outside the blogs has been going so smooth I don’t need to write here or at the other site.  Thus I sat though St. Patrick’s Day and the Ides of March, two times that are usually certain posting, without out saying something here and I was feeling a little guilty.

Not a lot, mind.  When writing is happening I’m almost always happy.

However, this isn’t the full reason why this post exists.

:-( :-o :-( O_o :-(

At the bottom of the WordPress post is the following message:

Bonus: We also created a few secret emoticons [smileys] for you to discover. Good luck finding them!

My first thought was that finally, finally, finally we got the smiley we all have needed in our lives at one point or another.  But no.  No, we’re still waiting on that one.

But a more serious concern is that now I’m a little nervous writing anything.  What string is going to produce these hidden smileys?  What if I type out something like and have some g’dawful image pop up?  Can you imagine how embarrassing that would be?

As if my feeble grasp on grammar and spelling weren’t bad enough.  Am I right or am I right?

Don’t get me wrong.  I know that something like my example won’t be used. I mean, I can’t see any writer with sense ever using in anything of value or real quality.  But that doesn’t matter, does it?  Somebody might, as unlikely and as unthinkable as it is.

Face it.  is a tool. A tool gets used. It should be done without fear of personal ridicule or grief.

So let’s as a community write in to WordPress and ask them to show us at least which symbols to avoid.  Who knows?  Maybe one day we will all be typing without a sense of shame or personal regret.  Or the serious, almost inexplicable need to bath with scalding liquids.

It’s a beautiful dream, isn’t it?

:-) 8-) :-) XD :-)

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