Thursday: Chance of Thunderstorms

I guess I should be thrilled that this thing has 32 hits in the week since I put it up, which was probably more than my old blogs ever had combined, but I’ll be honest I just wanted more.  Yeah.  Idiot.  I know.  Moving on.  But what I mean by that is send people this link.  Even if you hate it that doesn’t mean they won’t like it.  Or maybe they’ll hate it even more, go ranting to their friends, and in an hour I’ve got a hundred more hits.

Today was pretty boring until about three thirty when the sky broke open and dumped what sounded like the contents of the Atlantic onto my house.  It brought back memories of last summer when what was probably a cross between a hurricane and a tornado tore though here and shut off power for days.  At least we didn’t have a blackout this time… but maybe the world will end on Saturday.  By the way, anyone ever notice that it seems like the world is supposed to end about every six months?  Odd huh…

Anyway as I said, today was pretty boring.  Nothing memorable in the forecast.  So to A. lengthen this post to torturous limits and B. try to keep the few readers I have, I’ll post a writing same.  This is the aforementioned Cái Li (see yesterday’s post).

Cái Li closed the phone without bothering to hang up, turning back away from the windows and walking briskly toward the chromed elevator doors. His piercing eyes, the same jetstone black as his hair, stared, laserlike, at nothing in particular. Recently the activity on the circuits had been dull. Perhaps this would liven things up.
As the elevator doors slid shut Cái Li allowed himself a small chuckle. At the very least it would be interesting to see how this played out. This man may be exactly what he needed.
 
Critique as you wish.  As for me, I have nothing left in the tank but this

SONG YOU REALLY SHOULD BE LISTENING TO:
 

Goodnight Saigon.  Over and out.