March 22nd, 2008

Tom Lehrer is Smug

cat party a-go-go

As if a switch had been turned, as if an eye had been blinked, as if some phantom force in the universe had made a move eons beyond our comprehension, suddenly, there was no trail. There was no giant, no monster, no thing called "Douglas" to be followed. There was nothing in the tunnel but the puzzled men of courage who suddenly found themselves alone with shadows and darkness.

With the telegram, one cloud lifts, and another descends: astronaut Frank Douglas, rescued, alive, well, and of normal size, some eight thousand miles away in a lifeboat, with no memory of where he has been, or how he was separated from his capsule.

Then who, or what, has landed here? Is it here yet? Or has the cosmic switch been pulled? Case in point: The line between science fiction and science fact is microscopically thin! You have witnessed the line being shaved even thinner! But is the menace with us?

Or is the monster gone?
Tom Lehrer is Smug

HE LEFT RIVER CITY THE LIBRARY BUILDING BUT HE LEFT ALL THE BOOKS TO HER

Serendipity! The Music Man has been on all this morning. IT'S LIKE THEY WAS READING MY MIND FROM LAST WEEK AND SAID OK IF THE GUY WANTS SHIPOOPI, GIVE HIM SHIPOOPI GOSHDARNIT.

Yes, you can have movies on DVD, and you can watch things whenever you want, but there's still that simple bit of joy you get when you turn on the TV and oh hey presto there's just what you were thinkin of! (Ye gods!) That kinda tiny twinge will never ever ever go away. From me, at least.