07 May, 2005 writing, reading, listening to frenzied music on the "Victrola" (that's what the oldsters used to always call the "record player", which is old, too... come to think of it)... i never got out of the house until one-thirty. not that it made an awful lot of difference. what with all of the morning angst, it was going to be a misanthrope day, anyway... doing what needed to be done--like entering the real world, getting things done--was worth milling around in traffic with the horde. new angle-grinder (for the Miata bodywork, and restoring the old porch glider). reloading the beer fridge. and soothing the anime withdrawal. these were my priorities, awaiting a sunny day. watch out when the clouds break. ever the creature looking for inspiration, i recalled a conversation at work. not mine, but just try turning off your ears in a cube farm. i'll call him the Ewok... because of the beard... but he's a pretty smart guy, who i've worked with for a generation; he was pontificating about some PBS-thing, about samurai crabs. instantly, my ears tuned in. all i heard was "shipwreck" and "crabs" after that. and then i read this from CarlSagan... who i probably should read more about, now that the hippie crap has worn off. what a story. ship goes down, scores perish, the crustaceans take on the likeness of the fallen. the concept is gripping. as is the visual: what an anime series that would be. and creationists would just hate it. |
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