While digging through the old posts here in the Kingsbury Run, I discovered this little gem that somehow didn't get published when it was written on January 4, 2010. So prepare yourselves, my Dearies, for a trip back in time with in the mind of your Narrator
(imagine the image swirling and tripping music playing. that is the official sign that time travel is happening)
I have another unofficial New Years Resolution. I will no longer tolerate a Piddly-Pooper. Too many times lately I have been the victim of a PP'er and I've had it.
You may be asking yourself just what is a Piddly-Pooper and how do I spot one. Well, it's simply. They are sort of like a procrastinator, but more immediate. I'll give you some examples: It is the guy in line ahead of you at McDonald's that is looking at the menu board like he's never seen it before. It's Mac-Fuckin-Donald's, everyone knows what they have. Just order the Fillet O Fish and get out of the way. It's the car in front of you on the highway doing 50 in a 70 zone. It's the lady at the bank that wants to stand and talk to the teller about her kids while you are trying to make a quick deposit on your lunch break. These are all Piddly-Poopin people. They share two basic traits: slowness and being in the way.
So beware Piddly-Poopers of the world. Woe be unto those who wander into my path and stand in between me and my goals. If they are lucky I'll just bypass them and go on my way. But some will not be lucky and shall taste my wrath. And Cousin, my wrath tastes pretty damn foul.
But you, My Tender Lumplings, my beautiful, infallible children of the Cat's Eye, never fear. We'll be fine. Until we meet again...
So, here we are in the now and nothing really has changed. I still hate them. I still want to beat them. But I don't. Cause you can't. Which is really sad.
Until next time...
Friday, June 20, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
My Soul Intention Is Learning To Fly
I do not believe airplanes should be able to fly. I don't. It just seems wrong to me. I have read the physics, I've seen the math and I know it all works out. But when I look up and see a hunk of metal the size of a house sailing over my head it just seems wrong. Especially when they are very low and still seem to be going so damn slow. And somehow all I can think about while watching one pass over me is imaging seeing a puff of flame come from one of the engines, then the sound changes ever so slightly. Then it starts to fall.
Actually, my Tender Lumplings, I've been on a bit of a science kick lately after having watched the new COSMOS series. It has gotten me reading about scientists and calculus and a bunch of other stuff. And has re-ignited my interest in electronics. I was always fascinated by the subject but could never really get my head around it. I'm still not doing very well but at least now I have begun to understand some basics.
Science is really such an amazing thing. To think of how far we as a species have come in just a couple thousand years since we really started questioning our world. For countless eons before we had just existed, hunting and gathering, barely even able to communicate with the person next to us much less someone on another continent. We were just a bunch of dirty monkey men not long out of the trees. But then someone said "why?' and everything changed.
It went pretty slowly those first many years. Our bodies had evolved to be much as they are today, but maybe our brains had not? It was only in the last few hundred years that we really started to make some headway. And in the last century alone we have gone from being tied to the ground and pulled along on carts by other animals, to walking on the moon. In just the last twenty or so years we have taken all the computing power that it took to put men on the moon and condensed it down to the size of a wristwatch. Think about it: the early supercomputers were housed in buildings the size of apartment complexes and yet were orders of magnitude less powerful than the processor inside your smart phone.
Where will technology be in 20 more years?
Sci Fi writers have been much more effective at predicting the future than Nostradamus was. In the early fifties, Isaac Asimov's novel Caves Of Steel predicted Netflix. Some say a scene in 2001: A Space Odyssey predicted tablet computers and the Internet. Today's writers, taking all our modern technological wonders as the norm, are coming up with even more outrageous ideas about what tomorrow may bring. And, frankly, it can be both exciting and terrifying.
Still, I will cling to my original statement: I do not believe airplanes should be able to fly.
Until next time, my Tender Lumplings, I remain your humble Narrator...
Actually, my Tender Lumplings, I've been on a bit of a science kick lately after having watched the new COSMOS series. It has gotten me reading about scientists and calculus and a bunch of other stuff. And has re-ignited my interest in electronics. I was always fascinated by the subject but could never really get my head around it. I'm still not doing very well but at least now I have begun to understand some basics.
Science is really such an amazing thing. To think of how far we as a species have come in just a couple thousand years since we really started questioning our world. For countless eons before we had just existed, hunting and gathering, barely even able to communicate with the person next to us much less someone on another continent. We were just a bunch of dirty monkey men not long out of the trees. But then someone said "why?' and everything changed.
It went pretty slowly those first many years. Our bodies had evolved to be much as they are today, but maybe our brains had not? It was only in the last few hundred years that we really started to make some headway. And in the last century alone we have gone from being tied to the ground and pulled along on carts by other animals, to walking on the moon. In just the last twenty or so years we have taken all the computing power that it took to put men on the moon and condensed it down to the size of a wristwatch. Think about it: the early supercomputers were housed in buildings the size of apartment complexes and yet were orders of magnitude less powerful than the processor inside your smart phone.
Where will technology be in 20 more years?
Sci Fi writers have been much more effective at predicting the future than Nostradamus was. In the early fifties, Isaac Asimov's novel Caves Of Steel predicted Netflix. Some say a scene in 2001: A Space Odyssey predicted tablet computers and the Internet. Today's writers, taking all our modern technological wonders as the norm, are coming up with even more outrageous ideas about what tomorrow may bring. And, frankly, it can be both exciting and terrifying.
Still, I will cling to my original statement: I do not believe airplanes should be able to fly.
Until next time, my Tender Lumplings, I remain your humble Narrator...
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