If you can relate - you understand. If you can't - you don't. The world is really just one giant collection of overlapping Venn universes: some are big, some are small - and some are very exclusive.
A glimpse into my dreams. Trumpet players are on a skyscraper rooftop. They start playing baseball sans gloves. A little girl appears, chases after the ball and goes over the edge. I think about following her - but instantly wake up with this thought.
I'll accept methods of compression with a "conduit". But you'll never convince me that a transporter is anything but the most painful way to die. Although, imagine all the fun pranks you could pull on April Fools Day!
I started HBM as a unique way to historically document the "end times". But now I wonder - do we even deserve to be remembered? Is there at least one person on this planet worth saving?
For a brief time I was here - and for a brief time I mattered. (Harlan Ellison)
Here was an animated carpet-sweeper, dishwasher, furniture-polisher, general factotum, rising from the factory table - and offering his services as consoler and confidant. (Isaac Asimov - Satisfaction Guaranteed)
The problem with speaking in metaphor? What about those times it is just a story with no deeper meaning? Sorry, Scott. Bored with NCIS? How about helping with a "Quantum Leap" reboot or a "Romance, Romance" revival?
I once gave a speech debating the morality of swatting a fly. Sadly, I can now properly empathize with a smooshed bug. Regarding the Borg collective: talking about normal, everyday simple things with someone sounds nice. How do I sign-up?
The third time I met death was age 5. Snuck in the neighbor's yard to pet puppies. They stopped biting when my head hit the driveway and I was knocked out. Woke up in ER. Got a sucker. It was orange. My life? It was all stolen time.
Part 1: An Assumption. Is a one-sided dressing down really a "talk"? Sometimes my humor can fail to adequately emphasize underlying meaning - making the superficial way too blatant. Sorry.
Not today, but sometimes cats are just metaphorical cruelties of "life". But mirrors, the Ark, Pepsi, sweaters and caps? That's a lot open for misinterpretation. Oh. Xmas Eve. And. YAY BROWNS!!!!! And. Go Buckeyes!
{B} I am a pure, anti-social introvert. I do not need people. But I will behave like an extrovert. If motivated. By something. Or someone. Which is why I have confused many, many people throughout my life.
Were we visited by ancient aliens? Who knows? Well, other than von Daniken and Tsoukalos. But this is the best explanation I have as to why the Earth is populated with so many intellectually challenged individuals.
If it has people, Heaven sounds like Hell to me. Pet afterlife is where I want to go! Which is where my parent's dog went Easter weekend. For my dad? He lost my mom all over again. And it took me a week. To get this.
(b) This is critical in today's world! You don't want a "Somewhere In Time" moment ruining the newly washed and laundered memory areas of your brain! Part, flashback. Part, I think I'm going to need this soon!
(b) My thoughts are all out of sequence. THIS was supposed to be after "Of Dawn and Dew", but before "Catastory". Either you're closing your eyes to a situation you do not wish to acknowledge ... my first show as a musician.
Something that has always bothered me about 2001: A Space Odyssey? Yes, HAL has the Asimov's Laws conflict - at least on the way there. But it is really Dave's actions that kill Frank, the three crew, HAL ... and himself.
Wishes never come true. Or I wouldn't still be here. So. Should these characters be spared eternal comical damnation? The Explorer released from his misery. The Genie released from his curse. And Bo? Released from them both.
Silent? It would be hard to convey the stillness of it. All the sounds of man, the bleating of sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the background of our lives - all that was over. (The Time Machine - H. G. Wells)
I've had this one planned for quite awhile. Technically speaking ... it is an alien "invasion" theme. I do love me an economy of words. Especially when they are obtuse. And succinct. At the same time.