T-40: Tag Me, Because I’m a Man

Today was the second day in a row I got home and was napping well before 6 p.m., then made myself get up to write. Not grade, which I should, but oh well.

Know how WordPress recommends tags for your post? When I wrote yesterday’s post, it recommended “Ford Escort” as a tag. Nowhere in that post had I written the words Ford or Escort. I had included a photo of my car–covered by snow. How did WP know the make and model of my vehicle from that? Do they have cameras installed somewhere? A tracking bug in my cell phone? A computer chip in my skull?

What else do you know about me, WordPress? How often (or not) I shower and how long I’m in there? How much coffee I drink? How many purple items are in my closet? I shudder to think what else. If you already know me so well, can’t you auto-generate a post here or there for me? Open the pod bay doors, HAL.

Tomorrow is an early-release day– which usually only applies to the students, but I think I’m going to early-release myself tomorrow. In addition to the work I’m paid for, I’m due to write two requested poems and at least one cover letter. So I close the Minus-40 post by noting that, despite a certain friend who regularly says “You’re almost 40,” I’m a long way yet– early evening napping be damned. But you can be sure that once I celebrate the big birthday I will be proclaiming thus: