Monday, January 19, 2009

flashy.

Ipods. MP3 players. Music anywhere. Google Earth. I can view myself viewing myself from Google Earth. We have put chimps and women and men in space with access to watch the Pittsburgh Steelers beat the Ravens. What I am getting at is technology and all it's glory. HD tvs that physists can't even set up means nothing. Technology. Fast. Glitzy. Shiny. Sleek.
You know what's not technology? Cops. Sure, sure, they have laptops that they can Facebook all day on, or AIM, or shopping during the boring moments of a sleepy town but they are still antiquated. For example, I'll be super embarrassed when aliens come down for a visit, or takeover or whatever the polite term is now, (future blog) and question our methods.
So I'm minding my own business driving to work and boom! Flashy, glitzy like, I'm teleported up down over whatever it's teleportation you're not supposed to know where the 'mothership' is. After I yelp because they made me spill coffee on my new shirt they all stare at me or my blazing brown stain. the coffee people.

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