A/B, Animals, faith, Opinion

Dogs

God,

You sent us dogs so that on mornings when we might decide to hide out by sleeping in, we instead must walk the dog – the one who might otherwise need to take a poo on the kitchen floor.

They get us out our own front door – and that is what best friends are for.

Amen, and thanks again for all the dogs,

B.B.

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A/B, Decision, faith, Information, Opinion

Ode to the Bots Who Follow My Blog

And the Alts and Such Too: I Should Not Forget You…

These days, it is impossibly hard to know what is real, and what is not-so real.

I know real people are real, and feelings are real… and thoughts are real (at least to other thoughts).

But are the Bots?

Who has created the creations that convince me I’m being followed here? Should I write to the created, the creator? Or neither, or both?

How many real people on the real Internet of Things have at some point wondered if I, too, am not who they think that I say that I am?

I could give you my street address, and my health card information, and tell you where I grew up and who my childhood best friend’s name was, or is.

I could tell you my phone number.

I could send you a photo.

But what would any of that do, but appeal my improvable reality, to you?

My name is not BB Butterwell – it’s Mike. I might erase that later, because on here, I like being BB. I miss my own grandmothers and so I guess she’s the grandmother I would have been, had I been one to be. So I will be BB. At least here. Don’t tell anyone.

That doesn’t mean I’m an Alt though, with a capital A – or a Bot, with the B. Not in the way those things are often used on the Internet anyhow – to make people wonder about their situation, and who’s watching, and why. To question their metrics. My alt is a vanilla pseudonym. I don’t mind saying it. You just have to read my posts and eventually you’ll find the cross-linkiness. There is no additional subterfuge beyond that.

But of course you can’t know that, can you? “Mike” is a pretty suspiciously common name, isn’t it? Blame my parents. Also, I’m named after a frickin archangel. I will not complain, because, if nothing else, I do not wish to be rude to archangels. I will share and shorten his name, sure thing.

I’ll tell you my plan for this blog: I’m going to eventually remove all the clues as to who BB is, and let the Reader assume she’s BB, and not me. I’ll try writing more as though I’m older. Some small number of exceptional folk who found this blog first will know I’m actually Mike, and that will be the joke.

I’m not really a comedian. Maybe that’s funny, I don’t know.

I’ve had two beers. This might be why I’m writing like this. I have been cutting back, so apparently I’m now quite efficient at getting a buzz on.

I did not say BB was a Teetotaller.

This post went off on its own rails.

I hope you’re staying safe.

You’re a good person.

How do I know?

I just do.

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A/B, Decision, Letters, Wonder

Writing One or More Moiras

The other night, I dreamt that I should “write a moira”.

When I awoke enough to realize this, I had the choice of either drifting back to sleep (and almost certainly forgetting this dreamt suggestion), or else getting myself out of bed long enough to Google whether a “moira” was some kind of thing one could write – perhaps it was an acronym for something that could be written. Technical jargon, is what I imaged it might be. I chose to get up and Google it.

“Writing a Moira” of course returns results either about or otherwise from writers named Moira. There were no immediate recommendations on how to write one – just confirmation that quite a few of them were already out there writing, or being written about, or both.

Today, on a hunch, I looked to see if “moira” might also be a writeable noun, and it turns out that it kind of is.

So I am now left to wonder whether I have been told to write to someone named Moira (and if so, which one of the myriad of Moiras?), or just write a moira – a destiny (and if so, whose, and to what end?)

This dream fragment is compellingly open-ended one for interpretation, and so I must now consider carefully how to now best proceed with this assignment.

Since Life often seems to be an A/B decision, I should first decide whether I am asked to write a destiny (a “moira”, the singular of moirai, or Fates), or else write (that is, write to) someone named Moira.

The dream did not say to write several Moiras (or moirai) – it told to to write a moira… but then presumably left it up to me (and/or you) to decide which kind of [M|m]oira it meant, and then, which one to write (or write to).

And so then, what would you do?

A) Write to a real person named Moira
B) Write into existence a moira about a fictional person

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