I used to be able to talk about very minute details of whitewater kayaks.
Now, I don’t even know which manufacturers have the hot boats, or which have shut down without letting me know.
But I bet I could talk up a fine, fine cardboard kayak.
To be honest, the only cardboard kayak events I know about were staged in swimming pools.
That’s probably a very good, safe, normal, fun idea.
Maybe I should have written a pool into the Hubris storyline at some point in the last nine years.
…
But I didn’t.
If you want to make sure folks go where you want them, you either reward them for doing what you’re asking, or punish them for not doing what you’re asking.
In other words, you order half a truckload of good stuff, and half a truckload of lousy stuff. Then say, “Go get ’em!”
Well, the doctor says it’s both the Flu, and Strep Throat. Neither are the old kind that kill you, they’re newer strains that aren’t so dangerous… but they’re working like a little tag team to make my eyeballs pop out of my head.
Sorry I was running late today!
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