Saturday, November 04, 2006
Up in Smoke, that's Where My Money Goes...
I don't know. It was the first thing that came to mind.
Being a Robert Crumb fan, I once saw the biopic, "Crumb." Someone told that Crumb's brother was into some sort of yoga where he would eat a string, leaving the end sticking out of his mouth. He would then wait for the rest of the string to pass through his body, and then be able to floss himself. Whether this is a total load of crap, it still makes a fascinating story. Come on, who wouldn't floss themselves if they could?
I need to floss my brain.
I took my son to see Magnificent Desolation, an Imax Film about the moon. Great, educational, but the ending pissed me off, because they showed this Latino chick in the future as the head of the moon colony. I have no problems with Latino chicks or having them in charge, what I have a problem with is this is total bullshit. Unless we discover some sort of moon element that will cause immortality or something else fantastically useful, we'll NEVER have colonies on the moon, because who ever moves there- or is born there- will never be able to walk on the Earth again! Their muscles will have atrophied far too much under the moons 1/6 g gravity. Think about it- why haven't we spread across the surface of Antarctica yet? BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING THERE! So as much as I love the thought of living on the moon- this cynic doesn't see it happening.
I take no joy in this. No one wants off this planet more than me. I hate it. I hate the people on it, bar my family. I hate environmentalists the most, because all they want to do is save the planet. Nuke the whales, and give the roaches a chance.