(read in a stentorian, 1920’s Vaudeville fashion) …
(read in a stentorian, 1920’s Vaudeville fashion)
A MAN FOR ALL SEASONS!
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Ok, so I edited that bit. Come anyway.
My room seems empty with out my fish knocking around in its bowl. I never did figure out exactly how it was able to make those loud knocking noises with no obvious knuckles. Maybe it was picking up pebbles from the bottom of the bowl and using them to tap the glass when I wasn’t looking. I miss the way it would get all excited when I got up in the morning to feed it those little red pellets of fish food. This simply illustrates the sad state of my social life, of course, when I miss having a fish around. At least I still have my stuffed monkey.
But what I really want an answer to the following question: Why don’t they make elevator buttons so that, if you press the wrong floor, all you have to do it press it again to turn it off? Is technology in 2001 still not capable of this amazing feat? Actually, I think that my generation feels the most ripped off over this kind of thing because we were almost literally promised when we were kids that the world in 2000 would be a much better place than it has actually turned out to be. When we were kids in the 70’s the moon shots were still going on, and it was only a matter of a few years and we’d have orbiting hotels, moonbases, martian colonies, flying cars, the works. Now it is 2001 and we’re still getting articles with titles like “Scientists say (insert moonbase, martian colony, orbiting hotel or whatever here) could be a reality…in 2087!”
But you promised! You promised in the newspaper, you promised on TV. You even promised in those cheezy films in school with the pictures of bouncing white guys on the moon. Why else would we want to watch those things(unless we had a cool teacher who would run the projector backwards)? It’s 2001, and what do we have to show for it? The Internet and roughly a million weblogs of 30-somethings complaining about the pronounced lack of martian colonies.
Oh, well. I’m just going to go home and play Half-life.