Random Old Stuff

I find myself writing a letter in a new "speed code" from the internet.
"I think u messgd us yesterday to go to the show. C if tony go to?"
This took me 30 minutes to punch out..

If there really are aliens en route to Earth, as they enter our galaxy, would the last 20 years of prime time programming make them turn back?

<outline of sketch>

<crappy space craft, silver suits, old looking monitors and control panels>

<Random Alien Shipperson>
Sir, we have some unique radio waves being received, it seems we have found a civilization producing some sort of visual broadcast.

<Captain>
Interesting, put it on screen.

<screen crackles, older broadcast comes on the air, lets say howdie doody, Aliens watch the screen in amazement.>

<Captain>
Well looks like an interesting group. Lets see what other things they are broadcasting..


Bradleys was like Ross plus Kmart

11/2/2010

That little splash of dirt, the little drop that hits on your calves as you walk. It just lightly flys up off your shoe and sticks right to the back of your leg. Thats the one that kinda drives you crazy as you walk. It just hits right there, this cold feeling shooting up your skin. If its big enough it chills right to the muscle, tensing you up as you march forward.

"It's like rotting wood" she responded. "Like damp rotting wood"
"And somehow the moss is rotting too. Everywhere you feel the weight of the water. It's in the air too"

And it was everywhere you looked. Rotting, huge wood soaked with water, holding it in and just buckling under the weight. These redwoods had seen the dawn of civilization and lived to tell about it, all through the access to plentiful water. It was truly majestic.

11/1/2010

You're just sort of like are there. and then suddenly here. But never are you really all there. anymore. It sorta slips. and you can feel it slipping. Your looking around at everyone and they look so young, And you can feel it now. The slipping. The dark hole that's always pulling you. But you just can not feel it move you all the way yet. It just slips away slowly, reminding you every so often at first. You feel pulled, further and further. It doesn't change, but surrounds you with the hole. It tells you ever so sweetly of its self. If it didn't you wouldn't care. But it always tells you.

I loath that day it doesn't anymore.