I finally made it. I convinced my doctors and care takers, that sitting in front of the computer for a weekend wouldn\u2019t result in yet another stroke. It\u2019s very unusual for a resident of the Flamingo Assisted Living Facility to skip a meal, I shall skip up to six. Now for the good news: no need to make bathroom breaks here, I will simply ask for a temporary\u00a0urinary catheterization (with an extra large bag) during my weekly checkup.<\/p>\n
Oh, I\u2019m psyched! Now, most of you young folk here are witty and skilled at this computing thing, I personally have very little knowledge of any of this programming languages. I know, a little silly of me, to be even here, but I shall harness the power of language instead. Thanks to some friendly folk in England, there\u2019s a tool available, just right for my purpose: the inklewriter. And what can one do with inklewriter? Write, of course! I will attempt to write a nice story, all interactive of course.<\/p>\n
Having spend some time in wilder times, when kids like you would drop acid instead of developing tenosynovitis at the age of 12, I also have access to the radical writing tools of women and men long gone. The cut-up of the Beat Generation.\u00a0William Butler Yeats\u2019 automatic writing. And the\u00a0secret tools of both Ernst Jandl and Gertrude Stein.<\/p>\n
Time for my afternoon nap. See you soon, kids.<\/p>","time":"August 17th, 2014 5:32 am","title":"LD 30 \u2013 I\u2019m in","title_was_empty":false}