I’m not sure why I consider the Cracked website as a source for most of my information.
Here’s the headline array:
6 Space Projects That Will Guarantee Aliens Will Hate Us
5 Eerily Specific Things Every Human Does Exactly the Same
The Real Reason You Wait: 6 ER Realities Not Seen On TV
5 Bad Jokes That Literally Ruined People’s Lives
How Many Martys Had to Die In Back To The Future?
6 Shockingly Outdated Problems The US Legal System Won’t Fix
And that’s just the beginning, I could spend hours spring boarding (or is that springing board?) off of some of that information. Without even reading any of the articles, I recall that I had a huge moment of self-awareness when I realized that EVERYONE turns over the pillow to look for the cool side. Ever see a cat notice its own reflection? It was just like that, except with a slightly chunky third grader in a Catholic School Uniform.
I am not at all surprised that Aliens will hate us. Most of the world already hates us. Especially those parts of the world where people have to travel for miles to get clean drinking water and most of us won’t drink water unless it is chilled or in a plastic bottle that is going to loll around in a landfill until we are digging them up to create rafts to float around after the polar ice caps melt.
I’m really trying to stay off of the soap box, but I had a LOT of coffee today. My Amanda Friend enabled me. As far as the Back to the Future thing; it’s not a new concept. It will actually make your brain ping or burp or whatever you brain does (I don’t know you. My brain actually sends out a tiny gnome with a wee little pick axe to flail around.)
Think about it for a moment (That’s all the gnome will let me). Every single time Marty changed something, it made him a different Marty in the future. That means a Marty had to cease to exist. (You’re welcome.)
I had a complete and utter meltdown over the ending to Michael Chricton’s Sphere, movie and book.
IT DID NOT MAKE SENSE! I won’t spoil the ending or anyone if they don’t already know it. I was teaching at an alternative school when I read the book and I brought it in and sketched through the ending with some of the kids. One by one they exclaimed, “But you can’t do that! It’s not . . . It doesn’t work out!”
I felt vindicated and a bit cheated.
But also grateful that I got to experience some time with a bright group of students who everyone else had given up on.
I am also grateful that I have the lucidity to be self-aware and the capacity to write and a wonderful computer on which to take my snark to dangerous new heights.
Have a wonderful holiday, my American readers! (Readers from other parts of the world, feel free to point and laugh at how we celebrate someone else’s generosity by gorging ourselves at the trough of Capitalism.)