For the next two weeks I’ll be living in a farmhouse on the outskirts of a little town that time forgot, right on the border of Nowhere and Somewhere. I won’t be able to enjoy any of the modern conveniences that come with a high speed internet connection because where I’m going, there is no high speed internet. No up to the minute news. No streaming HD internet pornography. It’ll just be me, the daily newspaper, and a pile of dusty old National Geographics.
In the meantime I’m working on a script that makes some weird Neil Diamond references, a stop motion, a mountain of reading, and a life plan.
I’ll be checking in on the virtual world intermittently from remote locations and tweeting from my phone every time I shoot a bird or catch a varmint. If you need to get in touch with me in the event of an emergency, pick up your phone and ask the operator to connect you to the oldJohnson place.
Until the 24th,
AP.
