Shineless...MicroFiction

There's this site called The Imagination Generator (just google it). It gives you a prompt to write from. The one that came up for me was "What if the sun didn't come up?" It prompted me to write this.

It's been months since the Earth stopped spinning. I haven't had a good nights sleep since. It isn't the light, I have the misfortune of living in the Western Hemisphere. It was night here when it happened. Those lucky bastards in the East have all the heat and daylight. It's the paranoia. It's gotten pretty barbaric everywhere.

They're trying to keep up appearances, mind you, but it isn't working. I just heard on the short wave that people keep assassinating everyone in the line of succession for the Presidency. I don't even think the Constitution specifies who's next. They've been winging it for a while now anyway. I didn't think it'd get this bad this fast. It's only been 3 1/2 months since "The Event" (as the tiny bit of media left is calling it). Within the first two weeks people started freaking out. The cold was setting in and companies were downsizing left and right. Really, they could've continued on, but everyone got scared. We had the feeling of the End Times. Wouldn't you?

First the companies started closing as their leaders just wanted to secure their own nest eggs and run for sunnier locations. I don't blame them, but it was just like dominoes. A few big corporations fall and then the rest follow suit. Then other countries quit trading with the frozen tundra that the US was becoming. So about a month in, hopelessness settled in. Those who ran in droves to Europe or Asia found that the Atlantic Ocean was frozen about halfway over. So you either had to try drag a boat over the icy expanse, which proved futile to most and they turned back due to hunger or death, or they tried to bring enough gasoline to drive the trek in a vehicle. Going westward, in theory, you could walk straight to India. Unfortunately, the lower common denominator of our society have taken to piracy. Unless your heavily armed and numerous, you're really at the mercy of lady luck. From what I hear she's quite the cunt.

The very lowest dregs of us have stayed in the cities of the east coast. Raping and cannibalizing for warmth and sustenance. The government, or what's left of it, is holed up deep inside some mountain refuge, pretending to plan our amazing turn around from lost world into Super Power again. It's not gonna happen, but at least the foolish can believe in something bigger than the horrors of the street. I can't lie and say I haven't fallen victim to the hopelessness myself. I've tasted human flesh. I've killed to protect my meaningless possessions. I've turned a blind eye to a teenage girl being sodomized in a frigid alley.

I've got a plan. I've heard rumors of a paradise in Afghanistan. Well, what used to be Afghanistan. Supposedly, it's become a melting pot of cultures. A Garden of Eden in this horrible fuckhole of a world. Half of it's freezing, the other half is sweltering. Maybe I can make it there and sleep through a night. It's gotta be better than just surviving.

What year is it? Oh yeah, I'm NOT a time traveler, damn!

Lost has been making me think about time travel lately. If you know me, then you probably know that I'm fascinated by all things Sci-Fi, and time travel is pretty close behind super powers on the list of things I think about that a grown man probably shouldn't. 

I like the way Lost is handling the time traveling. We haven't been told why this all happens yet, but i'm sure we'll know once the writers think the reasons up! Anywho, most of the time they travel through time mentally, their consciousness moves between then body and now body. It pretty much kills the worry of meeting the physical you of the past and creating that dreaded "disrupt the universe" paradox. It also takes quite a toll on the brain, confusion and pain and sometimes death occurs unless you find your "constant", which is usually a person to help ground you and keep your brain from going all mushy mashed potatoes. 

Lately, a group of the Losties have been traveling together through time on the Island, but physically instead of mentally. I think this is more of the Island itself moving through time and them staying in place. This would allow the writers to change the rules (that they've been following up to now, having a person move from their now self to the past self) to fit the story they're trying to tell. As we speak, the Losties are 30 years in the past. 

Aside from Lost, I was thinking about time travel in the sense of what if it's going on right now? Who's to say people aren't time traveling this very minute correcting things in their past (our present)? They could be averting global thermonuclear annihilation right this moment! Thank you, TimeCops of the future! For ensuring humanity will live to see another generation! And we would never know it! 

Also, what if our history, our past, has been completely changed from where we should have originally been? What if JFK was gonna somehow cause the downfall of the USA? I doubt it, but what if some enforcer from the future was the second gunman on the grassy knoll that day? His assassination prevented the Canadian Hockey Stick Invasion of '72! I'm so glad we're not saying "Eh?" and "aboot". What if 9/11 happened to specifically ensure the peace treaty with the Klorgax people of Argine 33? I'm not trying to belittle these events, but just show that the possibilities are endless! 

Where's my Blog Juice?

I used to have sooo much to blog about. Not so much recently. Of course I have thought, therefore I should be able to formulate something slightly interesting to write about. I have been exhausted lately. I guess my brain can't really stay on topic long enough to think about what to write long enough to write it down. So maybe I'll just share some randomness. 

Every claims their "random" now. I get the point but it's getting over used to the point of douche-baggy-ness. Just like people making new words out of douche bag. I like to call people "bags of douche juice" because it's way more offensive to call people the contents of the douche bag as opposed to the container. 

Tonight, Sarah asked me why things burn (in reference to the billion percent alcohol mouthwash I use that melts my taste buds off). I told her "It's a physiological effect of nervous stimuli." I don't think it made sense to her 4 year old brain. 

Definition of  "I know, right?": I agree with your previous statement and am affirmatively responding. 

"I'm On A Boat" is fucking hilarious!!!

If I would've slept 3 seconds later on the train on the way home today, I would've missed my stop. I woke up just in the nick of time. 

The only reason I would ever be vegetarian is to lose weight. But meat is so tasty! 

My JudgingEyes.com page is moving to a new host tomorrow. Hopefully it goes smoothly. 

I guess it's folding clothes that I washed Sunday time! Me and the wrinkle monster go way back! 

JawBones!

This is Jesse aka Jawbones. He loves the cock. 

I like dragons.

I might be getting a new dragon today. I hear the Royal Bargain has an awesome "hang on the wall" type sculpture. So, I thought I'd share my dragons with you. Enjoy! Or Hate it! I'm not gonna tell you what to think. 

Much Ado About, nothing really.

So, the Apple Store was down this morning. Everyone got all excited about the rumored revisions to the iMac, Mac Pro, and Mac Mini. You could hear them thinking, "This is gonna be fucking awesome!". It wasn't. I'm underwhelmed. 

Don't get me wrong, it's not an epic fail or anything. They needed some tweaking and Apple didn't make any hoopla about it. I guess I just get irritated by the tech blogs I read (Engadget.com specifically) making a fuss. Oh my, the Apple Store is closed! There's gonna be mind blowing updates to the existing product line! You're gonna be so mad if you just bought one of these items! No. I'm not. I bought my iMac over a year ago, and I'm not blown away by the new specs. I slight processor upgrade. A tiny, almost invisible graphics upgrade. It just really shouldn't have sparked anyone's nerdgasm. 

I'm hungry, not for any new tech stuff, just for dinner. Liverwurst and cheese, upgrading to the onion roll. Yeah, that's as spectacular as the Mac line refresh this morning.