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So last night I stopped at a gas station to get, well, gas, while I was doing my paper route. I had a complaint from a customer, stating they did not receive their paper yesterday. Me being, well, me, I carry around with me (in my car that is) a small portable typewriter. I don't have good penmanship AT ALL, so when I need to leave a customer a note on a manner I type one up and put it with their paper. Anyway,so I'm sitting there pumping gas while typing on my typewriter listening to my MP3 player, which is hooked up to play through my car speakers. Suddenly some good ol' Benny Goodman comes on. Oh yea, I"m happy, so I turn it up some.
I then hear the click of the gas nozzle finishing fillin' up Simmons (my Blazer to who don't know the story) and stepped out to put it back. From inside the gas station a ninty-ish year old man walks- no- waddles out and heads for his car in front of mine. Well he hears the music, so waddles over to me curiously. By that time I'm back inside my vehicle and finishing my little note to my customer about her missing paper. He knocks on my window, surprising me, but I roll it down anyway and ask if there is a problem.
He looks at my typewriter, then me, then raises his eye brow.
"Kid, you're listening to music from over fifty years ago. I now see you're typing on a typewriter. For gods sake get with the times."
He then walks away. Half way to his car he draws out his smart phone and texts someone.
I'm left speechless...
I just technically got called "old" by someone nearly four times older than me...
What is this world coming to? Gosh dern old people and their modern fancy elecomontronics... wait, something about that sounds backwards.
I then hear the click of the gas nozzle finishing fillin' up Simmons (my Blazer to who don't know the story) and stepped out to put it back. From inside the gas station a ninty-ish year old man walks- no- waddles out and heads for his car in front of mine. Well he hears the music, so waddles over to me curiously. By that time I'm back inside my vehicle and finishing my little note to my customer about her missing paper. He knocks on my window, surprising me, but I roll it down anyway and ask if there is a problem.
He looks at my typewriter, then me, then raises his eye brow.
"Kid, you're listening to music from over fifty years ago. I now see you're typing on a typewriter. For gods sake get with the times."
He then walks away. Half way to his car he draws out his smart phone and texts someone.
I'm left speechless...
I just technically got called "old" by someone nearly four times older than me...
What is this world coming to? Gosh dern old people and their modern fancy elecomontronics... wait, something about that sounds backwards.
About Divergent Days
So, I will be posting chapter 3 of DD on fimfic soon, which is where the fic itself begins to "change" from the original version. I know many of you enjoyed what I had already done with it, but after two years of thinking, plotting, and more MLP episosdes, I've had more ideas and better ways to execute scenes. Plus, I like to think my writing has improved.
That being said, I will be removing DD from dA every time I upload the next chapter on fimfic here. There is the link to it, so if you wanna keep track of it's progress then go there. And since it has been two years, I would recommend re-reading it as I post it there, for it will be going
Good news!
I woke up this morning, which means I survived my birthday!
I just wanted to say thank you all who wished me a happy birthday. I've been watching M*A*S*H again, so for my birthday me and my friends played poker and drank... well, I drank... but in true M*A*S*H fashion! So, hopefully I'll be gettin' some work done with fics over on fimfic.
Toodles!
Divergent Days!
A young mare approached me the other day, asking "ROB, just what has happened to your magnificent fan fiction called Divergent Days?" I explained to her how I've been busy with planning the Fillidelphia ruins salvaging. And she nodded, smiling the entire time, gaining my trust. Of course, she only did this in an attempt to get near me so she could attack me with a crude dagger she had carved out of stolen scrap metal. Needless to say, her attempt failed her. But did I have her killed? No, I did not. I sent her to the pit, where she could-
wait... oh yeah, derp... Been listening to my Fallout Equestria audiobooks again... anyway.
*Ahem*
Wel
CMCon!
"Hey ROB, where the hell have you been?"
Well faithful watcher, I've been busy. Writing? Pfft, hell no. I've not done jack shit in like a year. I'm still amazed people are even watching me. Anyway, so in case you may think that I just don't write, or don't want to, that's not it at all actually. I'm actually writing still! Am I posting anything? No, 'cause 99% of it isn't really "post-worthy" at this time. Mostly it's all ideas, concepts, and horribly rough drafts. For quite some time, I've just been so tired after working at both my job, with my father, and going to school, I don't really do much other than play some video games on occasion
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