This piece by Ted Goia hits a little harder when you’ve just found out your audio books are on Spotify, and they’re doing very well. And you’ve never been paid by Spotify, over even agreed to let them have your audiobooks.
In early 2022, I started noticing something strange in Spotify’s jazz playlists.
We’ve been living 20plus years in this part of Brisbane without ever once making it into our local bowlo, which is just a few minutes walk away.
Yes. I know.
We’ve let oursevles down. We’ve let Australia down… etc, etc.
Mostly though we let these two clowns down because having finally made it to the bowlo late the other day, we made the mistake of ordering from the burger bar.
I finished a manuscript draft today—two days ahead of the deadline. That was a couple of hours ago, and honestly, I don’t know what to do with myself. Usually, I blow through these projects like a bullet train smashing through a fairy floss barrier. But this one, I wanted done, partly for the money and partly because it was a commission job. It wasn’t really my project—I was just the work-for-hire guy.
This is a darkly amusing “Day in the life” post. From 2035. I both enjoyed it bigly and wish I had never read it.
I enter, take my seat, and after a few minutes a haggard looking waiter in her 60's makes her way over to me. "What can I get for you?"
