The greatness of Dilbert

a little pain never hurt anybody…

Then what exactly is it that pain does?

That is Hockey Night in Canada. Even when you’re not in Canada. Or Canadian. All without the Timmy Horton’s and a double double…

The paint dried. He watched. He was good at it too. Few people understood just how difficult it was, how much discipline it required to it right. If the paint started to run or drip, and you tried to do something about it, you were no longer watching you were doing. That simply would not do. That was easy though, most quickly learned to just watch. But discipline required that you not see or be aware of the drips, the runs, the mistakes. Simply noticing them meant you were watching the paint drip, or run, or you were criticizing the efforts of the painter instead of watching it dry. He most certainly was not guilty of such amateurish behavior.

He was good.

Currently my characters are called character one and well, honestly I only have one character. But I think some sort of interesting name would help move things along. Maybe something clever, like Chad Ocho Cinco…

I think my story would be better if it had a character in it. Perhaps more than one would be nice.

I’ve been thinking about maybe writing a story