It is actually the first of December. I have been up watching a Netflix imported from Finland, badly dubbed, called “Bordertown”. I have watched it by myself. My wife Mostly because the first trilogy doesn’t, does not, like it. It is around “Doll House”, involving drugged teenage women and who needs to see the naked women for the plot? The second trilogy started with a rave party. “Oh, great, it is all about teenagers again.” I continued to watch it to find out that was bookends for a much more involved and deeper story line. Sorry, I will not talk about it. I could give away too much too easily. Watch it, you don’t need to read subtitles.
But I am typing. I did not want to wake my wife. She insisted that it was OK. The sound of typing was nice. It was not like the irritation of a power saw or a router. It was nice. So here I am typing in the middle of the night.
I type and get the story out. My One Typed Page. It is not as nice as, as she puts it, “it is not as nice as a Korean whispering to her” she likes that sound. Whispering Korean to lull someone to sleep. But the typing sounds nice, it is a sound that is good and it is something to listen to in the night when you are trying to sleep.
I am going to get, or try, to get her to see the second trilogy of Bordertown. If she does not like it I will type some more to help her sleep.
— MichaelRpdx :: ih3k