time and again: post-it notes from my brain today

I am sticky, not quite sweating, breathing humid air that feels like so much phlegm in my lungs. This is an old topic for me- at least since I came down to Louisiana. I don't ever get tired of talking about it, either. I like to complain about things that I can't do anything about.

Planning for things in the future. It is wierd to look outward and forward instead of just inward and backward. With a plan slowly forming around me (and us!), I do not have the same qualms I had in the past about looking to the future.

Work responsibility is odd. I never expected to embrace that before. I guess when you actually like what you do for a living, that's how it goes.

The fuckos that owned my dog, Dingo, before I got her at the pound, must have beat her. That- and they used the hose to terrorise her. Dingo is the only dog I have met that is afraid of water coming from the hose. I was using a spray bottle the other day to administer flea/tick spray, and she was so scared she peed!

I want to kick ass and erase names. I want to pour boiling oil on them and sterilize their children. I want... I want... I want.

the runt of the dork litter

One would not refer to me as having a quick or sharp wit. By this I mean that witty or biting responses do not usually come naturally to me. When someone makes a joke at my expense, I am not usually upset or disgruntled by the humor, but I usually find that I have no way to properly respond. Of course, when I go home, I have a tendency to think of things I should have said, but did not.

With that preface, I would like to say that I always wanted to be a stand up comedian. I thought myself quite the natural. Thought, but was not. Words work much better for me well rehearsed. Not for me a night at the improv, but writing seems to work well for me. Perhaps I can write a book, where the main character scathingly uses all of the late arriving comebacks that I have come up with over the years. It will be so popular that it will earn me milions on the first printing, and I will never have to do anything other than write for the rest of my life.

What that boils down to is: I am sick of working. I want something better.

OOPS

The story was actually just called "Waldo", part of the book: Waldo & Magic Inc."

That's what I get for not doing my research b/f going off on tangents.

this was originally just a response to Sten's comment, but I liked it so much I thought I would give it it's own post

Here I am, wanting to come up with some witty response, to show you up, but I can't. One of my favorite writers, Robert Heinlein, envisioned exactly that (referring to doing surgery via the internet). The robots were called "waldos" after the inventor in the book: "Waldo & Co."

It turns out that that is exactly what they call them in the real world. The idea behind the real world application actually came from the book I referenced.

& there are tons of other real world scenarios were that is the case, Submarines being one of the most notable (at least in my mind). Deep Blue in 1997 (quite a shocker to the chess club, extasy for the computer club, but the sci-fi club just nodded and said, yes, that was where we were headed). Dolly^2.

I also find myself agreeing with your assesment of technology shifting to accomodate an "e-world order", but I can't help feeling that I have been let down. & I can't be the only one who feels this way. This world is overcrowded, and getting more so every day. It seems that we are going to have to reach breaking boint b/f people start making those other advances.

But how long are we to wait? Already, we can no longer "go west" (unless, of course, we get gills). Soon the only way away will be up, up and away. I am saying that I am ready to defy gravity. Right now.

Now if only I could figure out how to program my VCR.

sci fi werld view (in response to a paper that Eireen is writing)

Sience Fiction has set me up.

I read Science Fiction. I love the genre. From hard science pulp, to space opera, and back again to soft fantasy, I read them all. Depending on my mood, I will even read horror. I think that I send at least 75% of my free time reading one science fiction novel after another.

Heinlein, Asimov, Card, Anthony, Adams, Modesitt, Gaiman, Butler, Green, Vinge, King, Koontz, Gould, Gibson, Rowling, Pratchet... The list goes on. My bookshelves groan uder their weight. Friends visit and undoubtedly coment on the overabundance of literary snacks that fill my living room. Then they ask if I have "actually read all these". Of course I have. They are my babies, my sweethearts when I am alone, and I have read most of them twice. The Harry Potter series? Six times.

When my family asks me what one should get me as a gift, I am ready with a list of books that I have been waiting to buy for myself. Up and coming authors I haven't read yet. Titles in series that I have been waiting for- for what seems like ever. A new book in the Tinker Series, by Wen Spencer has my heart racing even as I write this.

The "Brave New Worlds" that I encounter daily when my nose is in a book keep me coming back for more, but it seems they have a flaw. No, it's not the stories, they are consistently entertaining. The great flaw of Sci-Fi is the expectation it engenders in me.

Every day, I scan the news. Still no flying cars. As yet, no human on Mars. Today? No universal immunizations. No end to world hunger. No portals to Faerie, or alien visitations (benign or sinister). Just regular life. Day in, day out, wake up, run 2 miles, drive to work, stare at a computer screen, file paperwork, make phone calls, drive home, loaf about, watch movies, read, sleep, repeat. Drive what? A beat up old truck. Paperwork? Yes, we still make paper copies of everything. Phone calls? Just the standard, voice only, and boring. Television and movies are still 2-D. Reading is still done with books, paperbound, no "jacking in" and actually experiencing the stories, no "holodecks" to make my own adventures in. Is there an antigravity chamber in which to rest my weary bones? Alas, as yet, there is not such thing, just a mattress. Does my food come out of a "null entropy chamber"? No, still just the refridgerator.

Yes, technology is advancing at phenominal rates compared to 200 years ago, and many of these fantastic luxuries I yearn for are being developed at this very moment, but the anticipation is a bit heart-dulling. I want it now, hell I wanted it yesterday. Sign me up for the first lunar colony. Test nanobots on my biology. Give me the first set of experimental gills. Let me ride in the trunk of your flying car. Hell, I'd would settle for just one anal probe from an alien with a gruff bedside manner. Science Fiction, come to my rescue

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