Saturday, August 29, 2009

Boomerang Days

I feel like I'm about to be shot out of a cannon. Or like I'm at the long end of a fully stretched bungee cord, and that there's about to be a big change in direction and velocity. Possibly a boomerang would be a better metaphor. Bungee cords can only return you in the direction you came from, but they generally don't have enough elasticity to actually get you back to the spot you jumped from. And in any case, I don't wanna go back to where I jumped from, or I wouldna have jumped in the first place.

Long ago experiments with boomerangs out in an industrial park in Nepean indicated that, at least when I throw them, boomerangs don't exactly come back. But sometimes they go whanging right by before zooming onto the roof of a nearby building. That's kinda what I'm hoping for.

I'm not sure if this is an appropriate venue for this. I thought it was going to be a sanatorium.

The Future of Nothingness

What if there was a place on the Internets where peace and love reigned supreme? And then me and my friends came along and pissed all over it, for fun? That would be great.