No deep thoughts this time around.
No discussions of things philosophical or metaphysical.
No diatribes over the craft of writing.
Just a bit of fun.
Last week, I had a book signing with A.E.Decker, who whiled away the slow spots with the iPhone version of Pokémon Go. After having a guilty chuckle over that addictive electronic version of crack cocaine, several questions came to mind:
- How many people have hurt themselves walking into traffic in an attempt to “catch ’em all”?
- Is the game a nefarious social experiment of Darwinism in Action, culling the genetic pool of those silly enough to walk obliviously, phone in hand, into dangerous situations?
- Why haven’t Anonymous or other groups hacked the game, placing Pokémon critters at entirely inappropriate locations and situations?
That last question lit the fuse to both our twisted imaginations. We spent the next quarter of an hour rattling off a host of “Places We’d Like To See Pokémon.”
- A house of ill repute
- A funeral parlor
- 1000 ft above the deepest point in The Grand Canyon
- Under a SpaceX rocket 5 minutes before blast-off
- The killing floor of a slaughterhouse
- NORAD headquarters
- The bottom of Niagara Falls
Oh, we had plenty more, but that’s all I remember…
Well, people – I’d love to hear your ideas as well! Leave a comment if one comes to mind.
If mirthful macabre thoughts like this are your bread and butter, then you’d certainly enjoy If I Can’t Sleep, You Can’t Sleep. A.E.Decker’s review favorably compares my dastardly tales to those of Roald Dahl. High praise indeed!