Sex scene Rory and Eric Frottage.doc

That's the document name of one of the intimate scene in The F Words that I have in my Dropbox.

If you're not familiar with Dropbox, it's basically a place where you can drop your documents and they get saved in a cloud or something. Anyway, it also synchronizes your documents on all your computers as you update. It's pretty fantastic, really.

Except that a little bubble in the corner of your screen pops up with the name of the document you're saving . . .

And my husband's computer has my Dropbox on it . . .

And he was at work . . .

Sex scene Rory and Eric Frottage.doc
Sex scene Rory and Eric Frottage.doc
Sex scene Rory and Eric Frottage.doc

. . . every minute. (Because that's how much I update.)

Well, there were some curious looks thrown about his office today.

It sort of makes me want to be really evil and have my next document filled with eye-popping explicitness.
Not really.

Just a bit.

* * *

The other day, I got a strange look of my own. And it made me realize, we can be strange without even seeing it.

I trudge up to the cafe (a 30min walk) to do some of my writing. I go to this place on a semi-regular basis, and every time I took my laptop--well, the computer doesn't fit in the bag, so I squeeze it in. Needing something thin to protect it, I use a pillow case.

Well. Someone actually walked in a large arc around me when they saw me unwrapping the pillow case. God, it made me want to cackle. But then I thought, yikes, better not do that. It wouldn't help my case any . . .

o_O

I'm happy to report, I have since stopped doing that, in case any of you fear for my sanity. Though, that's because I finally upgraded my laptop and got a skin for it. Ha! Normal at last.

Jeez, normal's boring . . .

What's NOT boring was sitting next to a crazy guy in the cafe who stared at me non-stop (until I couldn't handle it anymore and left, so, about 30mins) and tried to engage me in conversation while talking to himself about not being insane and not being violent to that person XXX ? ? ?

Now, if it'd been NZ or somewhere, I may have just turned a complete blind eye and kept working. But where I live in the last half year there's been a public shooting ten minutes down the road, and last week four people were murdered five mins from my place. I won't even go into the other stuff, mugging seems minor in comparison. But the point?

There might be as many crazy people in the States as any other part of the world, but here they're given guns. . .

:/

I was outta there.

Oki doki, I think I'm crazied out now. :P