Sitting here, icing my foot, listening to more techno music and thinking about my mind. There are different names for different types of electronic-based music, but it's all techno to me. It's what I use because I know there are more accurate ways to describe it, but I don't care to learn it. I suspect the names of music genres are arbitrary. Very strongly suspect.

I don't eat much at work these days. I used to bring stuff to make sandwiches. Now I have a bag of cashews, a bag of pistachios, and some other trail mixes. If this trend continues, I'll soon be dipping my head into an open sack of grain like a horse.

Neigh. Hey, I'm the pony express over here. 

I've given zero thought to purchasing that device that lets me type and nothing else. Okay, not zero thought, but zero merit. This laptop works well enough. Although the security issues of carrying around just a typing device are probably fewer. I have some basic encryption on this laptop. If an agent of nefariousness were targeting me while I was traveling, they'd certainly go for the laptop. The typing device, not so much. They might, I suppose, if they wanted to steal my screenplay.

Except I have exactly zero screenplays.

I have exactly two ideas for tele-stories. One in which an insurance agent in the future goes around assessing risk across the galaxy for their job. (It's basically Futurama.) The other is a version of Moby Dick, mockumentary style. I think it would be the best way to showcase the humor. Oh, only of Ishmael. I'm picturing the older Ishmael talking to the camera as he tells the story. One of the things that makes Moby Dick hilarious is that Ishmael is older and more "dignified" when he is describing his youthful self and has a clinical detachment, but clearly he was freaking out when these events occurred. Lot less chill.

For example, when he's on Starbuck's whale-boat and it gets smashed up by a whale, Cool Ishmael describes himself saying stuff like "Am I to understand that this is a rather common occurrence and that I am to be expected to continue this endeavor?" when he is pulled from the water. This is where it would cut to the young Ishmael on the Pequod losing his shit while everyone else is acting like it's no big deal. He would be dripping out, demanding to be placed with a less reckless mate, when someone will explain that Starbuck is fairly conservative and known for safety, for a whaler. Then back to old Ishmael, who will pull out a copy of the will he drew up that night (yes, he probably loses everything when the ship sinks, but it could be corked up in a small bottle (as he planned on this possibility as well)) and then say something like "I leave all my possessions to my mom and Queequeg" and old Ishmael can smile and say "I see no need to update it just yet." 

Spin-off Series: The Book of Queequeg