Remember that old joke: Stress - (n.) The confusion created when the mind overrides the body's basic desire to choke the living shit out of some asshole who desperately needs it. Well, my stress is partly that, but partly this: When the desire to live on your own terms is subsumed by the demands… Continue reading The Definition of Stress
This is kind of long because I feel it necessary to illustrate fully the character of the titular subject. I mentioned one of my fellow bus riders, Carol, in the ghost post. Carol's been married to her husband since the dawn of time. It's not always rosy between them, in fact for awhile they… Continue reading The Grump, or: Why I Don’t Need You to Find Me a MAY-UN
Another of my Project Gutenberg finds, “A Crystal Age” by W.H. Hudson is an early science fiction story. Originally published in 1887 anonymously, later editions had the author’s name. One wonders why it was published anonymously to begin with as science fiction was not unheard of at that time. According to Wikipedia, utopia/dystopia literature was… Continue reading A Crystal Age
The Eloi were, of course, the child-like, cattle-like race of humans in H. G. Wells' "The Time Machine." They didn't do anything except sit around in the sun, eat the food and wear the clothes provided to them by mysterious means without even wondering where they came from. They were used as food by the… Continue reading Are We Becoming Eloi?
More random bizarro thinking on my part. I suddenly started wondering what science fiction of the future will be. Today most science fiction is focused on colonizing other planets, alien encounters, high-tech taking over, dystopias, the fall of civilization, robots, AI, time travel, extending human life. Ok, that's a whole lotta stuff. In say, a… Continue reading Future Sci-Fi
Who are you people, and how did you get control of this planet? I suppose I'm depressed. If you suffer from it, you know that no amount of jokes or friendly ribbing is going to tease you out of it. Oh sure, you can put up the smile the way you put up Christmas lights… Continue reading I’m Not One of You (I Hope)
In the continuing saga of my existential crisis, some random, disjointed thoughts for your amusement. I know, I know. Living in the future and all. I love my gadgets, high tech, instantaneous communication with people around the world, BLOGGING (*heh*). But is it overload? Sometimes it feels like it. I know, I have the option… Continue reading I think I hate modern life
It's been an odd couple of weeks for me. Starting with the Thanksgiving holiday, where I grumbled about having to take Friday as personal vacation because my company doesn't give it as a holiday (as my previous companies have done), all was well until that Sunday night. I'm only telling this now because a lot… Continue reading Dispatch from the Zone – My Excuse
Here’s our lovely card for the week, the Ace of Wands from the Victorian Romantic Tarot by Baba Studio in Prague. The Ace of Wands is the root of the creative powers, a beginning, fire energy. This could be good. A new creative undertaking about to take off? Maybe Prometheus has some fire from the… Continue reading Feeling Creative?
So I'm too cheesed off about the tree incident to concentrate on writing tonight, even on my post-apocalyptic tale, so I thought we could discuss PA and dystopian tales, and why we like them so much. This was inspired earlier today by a HuffPo article on the same topic (not tree trimming gone wrong -… Continue reading A Dismal Night