UPDATE: REPORTS OF OVERHEARD PRODUCTIONS’S DEMISE HAVE BEEN GROSSLY EXAGGERATED. BY THE OWNER-OPERATOR. AGAIN.
(It seemed like a good idea and the right way to go at the time, but in truth, Overheard Productions just needed a Bex, a cup of tea, and a good lie down. For about four months. So that’s all done, and we’re coming back live, albeit in a different format and with a different focus. Make that, similar format, slightly different focus. These things shall – or may – become clear. Bill Quinn, Tuesday 14 March 2017, 14:06 AEST.)
This is a common occurrence, that thing what just happened here about half an hour ago.
After a fairly rugged day, I was choosing to turn off the brain – the analytical, always-thinking, always-connecting, always spotting opportunities or potential brain.
With a remote control device, nay, two remote control devices in hand/s: terrestrial AND satellite television, and the owner had gone to bed with her laptop and dog, so the televisual airwaves and receiving flat-screen monitoring thing were mine, all mine.
And then I happened to look at social media and there it was: a friend was sharing some banal meme about cats or food or hovercraft or I honestly cannot remember what it was. And he was starting into a long line of banter on the same topic.
There’s nothing wrong with that. I do it meself. At some great length.