I’m going to try to be a bit more concise today than I was yesterday, though concision in writing has never been my strongest point. Still, with effort, I can do it. After all, I pared down Unanimity by a bit over 50,000 words from its original form. That’s right, it’s actually slightly shorter than it would have been initially, even though it still ended up being so long I could only publish it as two volumes. I had no idea it was going to be so long when I started it—I merely had the story, which I wanted to tell, and it ended up taking that long. I don’t know if anyone but I has even read the entire thing, but I’ve read it many times, both as part of the editing process and even once or twice since it was published.
Well, that wasn’t a very concise first paragraph, considering I was discussing the very intention to be concise. But I like irony, so I guess that’s okay. I’ve often thought that the song, Ironic, by Alanis Morissette, is a meta-level joke, in which the ironic part of the song is that essentially none of the examples she gives in the lyrics are actually ironic. If she did that on purpose…wow, what an amazing artist! Also, she was pretty brilliant when she played God in Dogma.
Okay, what else is going on? Well, I’m still a bit under the weather, but I’m already on the upswing, physically. I was very tired by the end of the day yesterday—much more so than usual—which made it clear to me that I really am sick, though I was already entirely clear on that fact.
Ha ha, thinking about being sick just made me sneeze twice. Or, well*, I happened to sneeze twice right after writing that sentence. It’s unlikely that writing about being sick was actually what triggered the sneeze, but it isn’t impossible.
So, anyway, I was very tired and still was/am sick, so I was a bit more impatient than usual when I got to the bus stop near the train station last night. The bus’s arrival time (17 minutes after I arrived, by schedule) came and went and the MyRide thingy didn’t show its usual real-time update on when the bus would actually be there, or if the bus would actually be there. So, after waiting another fifteen minutes, with no updates and no sign of any oncoming bus, and with lightning flashes occurring about once every ten or fewer seconds (with the thunder gradually getting a bit louder), and an early few drops of rain coming, I gave up and gave in.
I walked back to the train station and I popped open the Uber app—not necessarily in that order—and I requested a ride. It turned out the driver had literally just dropped someone off at the train station**, and so I didn’t even have to wait the estimated two minutes. Though I’d wasted more than half an hour at the bus stop, I still got back to the house slightly earlier than I would have had the bus arrived within five minutes of my arrival at the first stop.
It was quite a good first experience using Uber. It’s reminiscent of my first time in Vegas, when I won $80 on my first play of a joker poker machine***, because both events were so positive and fortuitous. I gave the driver a good rating and a good tip, and based on the profile the app gave me afterward, he’s had many similar reviews. I don’t know if Uber has engineered the app to arrange such rapid pickups for first-time users—it seems like something that would be quite hard to manipulate—but if this is typical of how the system works, it’s something I may use again.
There certainly have been times, at the end of a long day, when I’ve looked at the app (and its competitor, Lyft) and seen how much it would cost to get one of them all the way back to the house, rather than taking the train. There have been times when I’ve thought, “You know, it would almost be worth $45 or $50 plus tip to use it.” Maybe someday, if I decide I need to leave early because I’m not feeling well, then I might just do that. Still, that’s a lot of money for a commute. It’s even a comparative lot to go from the train to the house, though that’s a lot more palatable, especially when the buses are running late.
Speaking of buses, I need to wrap this up and get heading out for the bus. It’s payroll day, which tends to be stressful, but I did a lot of catching up on the weekly process yesterday, and once my momentum was going, I actually got a bit ahead, so it should be no worse than usual. I hope you all have a good day, since the sort of people who read my blog are the sort of people who deserve to have a good day.
*Imagine the author of 1984 and Animal Farm introducing himself by saying, “Hi. I’m George. Or, well, that’s my penname.”
**I thought this sort of thing seemed possible, which is why I walked back to the train station in the first place. It also has, by design, good pick-up/drop-off locations.
***And here is yet more of my neuro-atypia: Not only did that not lead me to getting hooked on joker poker, but I have never played it since****. Contrariwise, one time my ex-wife and I lost our entire allotted casino budget for a weekend—$1000—in half an hour playing blackjack, but I still enjoy playing blackjack. I almost never do it, of course, partly because I find all the casinos down here in south Florida rather seedy, especially compared to the good Las Vegas places and Foxwoods (the place we lost the grand).
****Let’s face it, despite the fact that you can occasionally win money, the gambling video machines are never going to be as fun as playing, for instance, Tempest™ or Robotron® or Pac Man© or any of the other classic arcade games back in the day.