Sunday, August 17, 2008

BMS –big meat sandwich?

I’m not going to explain what the title means, suffice to say “Harold and Kumar escape from Guantanamo Bay” is the best movie I’ve seen this summer. “Batman,” good special effects, but it never made me laugh. “Space Chimps,” don’t even get me started on that one. “Journey to the Center of the Earth,” good mostly because it is in 3-D and I like 3-D. They really should come out with a porn flick in 3-DDD, I would really like that.

My favorite 3-D is “Dr. Tongues horror house of pancakes.” It’s a classic!

Anyway, by the time I started writing this week, it was 9:45, and my goal is to be in bed by 10:30, so you get a first draft column that is basically about what ever pops in my head next.

I like to write about interesting sci-fi dreams I have, but my head just isn’t producing them. The best dream I had was during a ½ hour power nap. Since I don’t have anything else to write about I explain my power nap ritual. Normally it takes about 5 minutes for me to fall asleep during the day. Then I sleep for 15 minutes and dream. Then I casually wake up and lye in bed/on the couch/at a traffic light for 10 minutes and come to grips with the fact that I am finally awake. There you go a ½ hour and I’m fully refreshed.

It didn’t come naturally; I used to set the alarm for 15 minutes and sleep. After a while, I just started waking up by myself. When I lived in Florida, my job gave me an hour lunch, and I’d eat in my car, and sleep, and be ready to go with time to spare.

Any who, my big dream this week was I was on a bridge over a creek. I looked down and spit into the water. Then I woke up. I looked at the sheet and there was a big spittle of slobber. I think I spit on the sheet in my sleep. I just hope I don’t have any power naps where I take a big dump and wake up with a lump in my underwear.

Ladies and Gentlemen Bob takes a look at the news!

Previously I couldn’t figure out why Barack didn’t immediately announce John Edwards as his running mate. Turns out Edwards was messing around, which isn’t good for politics. I guess Barack knew or suspected something was up…how does he do it?

But the real shocker is this; did you know that the affair headline came from the National Inquirer? I couldn’t believe it. Buried beneath the headline of the “Bat Boy” and “The Alien Butt Babies” was a real story! Dumb luck or top-notch investigative journalism…it’s hard to say.

In Science news, archeologist looking for Dinosaurs found two graveyards in the Gobi dessert in Africa. Although geologist already knew this part of Africa was lush with vegetation, it was still a surprise that they found fishing harpoons in the dig. I say the best way to understand the past is to have someone go back in time and live in that society…that’s the best way to understand the past.

But if time travel isn’t presently possible, will it be in the future? That means, if it is possible, are there people among us now, from the future, living here just to see what it was like?

Are people who move into town for a few years and leave, simply rich folks from our future who paid for a vacation package that places them among primitive cultures for kicks? Possibly, but for some reason I think there are folks among us planted from the future, but they are not allowed to have memory of where they came from. So they don’t mess anything up. How the future retrieves information from these people is the real mystery.

Well, just something to think about.

COMING NEXT…Is he among us?

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