:: Porkchop Serum ::

:: Wednesday, May 11, 2005 ::

was in a good location today to see the f-16s chasing that Cessna out of restricted airspace. We all instantly noticed that something wasnt normal about that jet roar overhead and sure enough there it was.. ( oh shit R Kelly Ignition the remix just came out.. you know this?!!!!).. a bristling spike overtaking a puttering little single engine plane.. he zoomed by and went into a heavy bank, spraying us with a blast of noise. At first we all noted it with a shrug, and then we walked alittle bit and then we looked back and realised there was another Falcon coming up behind the Cessna. the hair on my neck stood up as i realised this pilot, whoever he was, was slowly gliding towards some rather sensitive real estate. Might the Falcon pilot actually unload on this poor shmo? He was fully loaded for war, the anti-aircraft missles appearing to us as mere needles on his wingtips.. but some wicked ebola - slash - AIDS coated needles, ready to end you now. Apparently at some point, one of the f-16 pilots popped some flares to "motivate" the Cessna.. I think i would have shat myself mistaking the flares for a loosed Sidewinder.


so the second day without TV. Not sure i can survive.


a couple nights ago i was thinking about this greek or roman myth.. i cannot remember his name. I think he's actually connected with some sort of psychological syndrome, fictional or not, that involves someone who knows the future contains some sort of horrible event yet to come but is unable to warn anyone and thus goes insane with frustration. i was thinking, there must be a way to lay it out to someone, your vision of the future or whatever other truity that you just KNOW with enough calm logic that you could escape insanity.

What if the sun and the moon and the planets were all friends. They lived in the same neighborhood and saw each everyday. Where intimately familiar with each other. The only problem is this quaint little astronomical suburb is that the Sun knows something. But if he were to tell the others, they either wouldnt belive him or would think he was crazy. The Sun knows he's at the middle of the solar system. The rest of the planets are just that, planets. But the Sun looks out through his firey corona agast..

"oh my god. This is all centered around me!? Why?! why me? Im not anything special! I see that Star over there its more massive than me.. that one over there is brighter... so i know i'm not special.. but here i am!! I was placed in the middle for some reason? And when I die, what happens to this solar system? Will they just vanish? Will they find another star?! BUt I can't tell anyone, they would never believe me. Ok, so I wont tell them... but I know its true and its so fantastically, monumentally overwhelming when i think about it.... I can't.. i must stop.. just continue to live, talk with earth and taunt pluto. But I know! IS this whole Galaxy "centered" around me, stupid little yellow Sun? I want to know why? But there is no one to ask.. is there?"

I should have studied more metaphysics

:: sandy 7:59 PM [+] ::
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