Smash! Crash! Boom!
Yesterday I heard about this meteor that has between a 1-in-60 and a 1-in-300 chance of hitting (and more or less obliterating life on) earth in 2029. The link’s in yesterday’s BoingBoing archives, if you’re interested. I’m too lazy to look it up and link from here. I’ve been pretty happy since I read about that. Boy, that’d be a load off, wouldn’t it?
I was dragged kicking and bitching into the twenty-first century last night. I now have a cell phone. It’s small. I’m probably going to lose it or smash it horribly before the week’s out.
This morning I had a nightmare. I had three sisters. One wanted to kill one of the others. So we traveled a long time away in a car. All of us. When we got to wherever we were going, the one who wanted to kill the other tied her to a bed and began beating her. Red welts showed up all over her body, knuckle-prints, four lines of fingers in a fist, teeth marks, bite wounds. The killing sister unabatedly vented her fury on the killed sister, who was silent, staring at the ceiling, waiting for it to stop so she could quietly die. The third sister wrung her hands, muttered, but didn’t try to stop it. I watched in horrified fascination. It took her a long time to die and when she did, she turned cold. The other two left and the corpse and I lolled lazily in the bed, coldly, waiting for me to wake up.
Now I'm at work, doing stuff that adds a small dose of meaninglessness to my already deliciously meaningless existance. Smile, maybe we'll all be dead in 24 years!