I’m just weird and old.
Rich in slippers, though — so I got that goin’ for me.
So much depends on it.
Whoaaaaaaaa, halfway there-ere!
Whoa-OH! Robin on a chair!!!
(*as per those viral Facebook memes.)
Here’s another conversation I had last night:
Friend #1: “Jack Kerouac used a typewriter. You know those old typewriters, right? You had had to put the paper in, you rolled it through.”
Me: “Yes. I know typewriters. I owned a typewriter when I was a kid. I took a typing course in high school.”
Friend #2: [Skeptical pause] “Eric … how old are you?”
LOL! like I’m classy enough for cologne!
People are lucky if I smell like a chicken salad sandwich I just ate. Or maybe mango-flavored vape.
You know what? I should mix those and patent the scent. I could call it Eau de Nolan.
Or maybe just Odious Nolan.
I’m rambling again.
Not sure whose root
tripped and made me bang my snoot.
Coulda been an oak’s joke
or a hickory’s trickery.
Photo credit: By Nicholas A. Tonelli from Northeast Pennsylvania, USA – Hearts Content Scenic Area (7), CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=61775566
Anyone want to place bets on the precise start of the president’s Twitter meltdown following Rachel Maddow’s interview of Len Parnas? Or maybe the number of tweets from him in the subsequent 24 hours?
Or does Vegas have this covered?
Goodreads keeps sending me notifications saying “You are now friends with” so-and-so.
Goodreads puts far more effort into me having a healthy social life than I do. They’re a bit heavy-handed about it, though.
“IN SOVIET RUSSIA, FRIENDS MAKE *YOU.*”
This handemade leather-bound volume is about the length of my forefinger; it was an especially cool Christmas present from a writer friend of mine. She picked it up for me at a Renaissance Faire. She told me I could write all my “secret thoughts” here. (I’ve got a lot of ’em.)
I personally like to think that it looks like something out of Stephen King’s “The Dark Tower” universe, like maybe the place where Roland inscribes clues about his quest. (I know he doesn’t need to search for clues in any of the books, but still.) Or maybe it’s a convenient pocket-tome for the vengeance-driven Arya Stark from “Game of Thrones” to keep her “list.”
I haven’t yet decided precisely what I will record here. I quite love it, though. It’s sitting on my desk as a reminder for me to write. (You know what would fit perfectly on a single page? All the progress I’ve made on my novel in the past six months. Maybe I’ll start with that.)
My latest brilliant idea — somebody should make a board game based on Dante’s Inferno. Like a send-up of Monopoly or Sorry.
Hell, you wouldn’t even need advertising art. All those Gustave Dore illustrations are in the public domain.
RUN WITH THIS, people.
Pictured: fun.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 