Roxy spreads out his favorite blanket, even places his favorite pillow under it to provide plush. She straightens it out, and goes upstairs to retrieve him. He was sleeping when she got home, however when Dan arrived he was all over the place with excitement. Rubbing against his legs, making unnatural noises, Dan had to slightly kick him away.
That's fine, Roxy thinks to herself, I'll have you tonight.
She grabs his favorite toy and leads him downstairs, unaware of the trap set for him. She lays the toy on the couch, he wanders around, exploring like he's never been downstairs before.
"You know where you are," she says, and picks him up. He stands uneasy on his pillow, wide-eyed. He spins around and lays down...suspicious. She too lays down and smiles to herself. Tonight, the couch was theirs.
Upstairs, Dan walks through the kitchen. He jumps up and dashes upstairs.
"Fine," says Roxy, dejectedly, "I would have treated you like a king!"
She sighs. A friggin' king.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Future Ethics (or WTF is a Vulcan?)
Ethics in the year 2009. Was there such a time?
Were I writing in the year 2009, personal and moral ethics would be much more simple. However, in this year 2309, things have changed.
Abortion is completely legal. That is, if the courts say so. Every abortion applicant is surveyed, tested to see if their situation is improper for a child. Then the paper work goes all the way to Congress and by the time it makes it's way off the floor, approved or not, the baby is born anyway. At least there are no debates about the legality of it anymore.
Marijuana is also legal. It's sold in every corner market. It's a popular spice in the most common foods, actually.
Alien marriage? Debatable. While I, myself, see no problem with an Earth human marrying an I.E.T. (Immigrant Extra Terrestrial), others think that it is a disgrace and marriage should be kept between an Earth human and another Earth human. As long as they didn't find a hole in the O-Zone layer and land illegally, go for it in my opinion. My best friend is even Martian, and it's disgusting the rights he is denied. I look forward to the day we have a Venusian-American president! They are, of course, the most intellectual species of the universe.
Viva la S45Hlam
Were I writing in the year 2009, personal and moral ethics would be much more simple. However, in this year 2309, things have changed.
Abortion is completely legal. That is, if the courts say so. Every abortion applicant is surveyed, tested to see if their situation is improper for a child. Then the paper work goes all the way to Congress and by the time it makes it's way off the floor, approved or not, the baby is born anyway. At least there are no debates about the legality of it anymore.
Marijuana is also legal. It's sold in every corner market. It's a popular spice in the most common foods, actually.
Alien marriage? Debatable. While I, myself, see no problem with an Earth human marrying an I.E.T. (Immigrant Extra Terrestrial), others think that it is a disgrace and marriage should be kept between an Earth human and another Earth human. As long as they didn't find a hole in the O-Zone layer and land illegally, go for it in my opinion. My best friend is even Martian, and it's disgusting the rights he is denied. I look forward to the day we have a Venusian-American president! They are, of course, the most intellectual species of the universe.
Viva la S45Hlam
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Island Reveries
"Hello....hellooooo..."
The sand, soft yet gritty. The air, cool but salty. The sun, hot, yet really hot. He opened his eyes to a brown mass hurtling at his face. He messily deflected it and stood up. He picked the mass out of the sand and found himself staring at a coconut. It all came back to him.
Their raft, made of makeshift materials from the wreckage, the island, the storm...
He was afraid to ask, "Are we on a different island?"
"Yep, but this time there's no plane parts for us to make another raft. We're stranded."
A moment of panic struck him. He would never get home. His family, his friends...
He turned around to take in his new surroundings, "home" he tried to call it, but found himself confused. Buildings, birds, screaming children, sunbathers, and a banner exclaiming "Welcome to Hawaii!" Rick was laughing behind him.
"What's so funny?"
"I've thrown, like, six coconuts at you."
A child ran by, following Rick's example and throwing a coconut at him. He missed the island.
The sand, soft yet gritty. The air, cool but salty. The sun, hot, yet really hot. He opened his eyes to a brown mass hurtling at his face. He messily deflected it and stood up. He picked the mass out of the sand and found himself staring at a coconut. It all came back to him.
Their raft, made of makeshift materials from the wreckage, the island, the storm...
He was afraid to ask, "Are we on a different island?"
"Yep, but this time there's no plane parts for us to make another raft. We're stranded."
A moment of panic struck him. He would never get home. His family, his friends...
He turned around to take in his new surroundings, "home" he tried to call it, but found himself confused. Buildings, birds, screaming children, sunbathers, and a banner exclaiming "Welcome to Hawaii!" Rick was laughing behind him.
"What's so funny?"
"I've thrown, like, six coconuts at you."
A child ran by, following Rick's example and throwing a coconut at him. He missed the island.
Pyramid Scheme
I typed "I love you" into the phone and hit send. I was half-awake and, because of my half-conscious state, I worried I had sent my text to the wrong person. I double checked it and tried to go back to sleep, relieved.
I got to thinking, though. What if I had sent my text to the wrong person? What would happen if I had sent that text to the wrong person? What if I had sent those three words to every number in my phone? My parents, my friends, my family members, ex-boyfriends, friends I don't even talk to anymore, a local pizza place, all those people would recieve a text, "I love you."
I can imagine my friends and family getting a smile on their faces, feeling flattered. Opposingly, I could imagine my exes (friends and boyfriends alike) thinking, "who the hell does she think she is?"
My mind wandered deeper. I'm sure our world could be a better place if we took the time to send "I love you" to everyone in our contacts list...
Reality brought me back with an aggravated voice careening doing the stairs, "get your helmet off the table and back into the garage!"
I remember groggily thinking that's not an "I love you" text.
I got to thinking, though. What if I had sent my text to the wrong person? What would happen if I had sent that text to the wrong person? What if I had sent those three words to every number in my phone? My parents, my friends, my family members, ex-boyfriends, friends I don't even talk to anymore, a local pizza place, all those people would recieve a text, "I love you."
I can imagine my friends and family getting a smile on their faces, feeling flattered. Opposingly, I could imagine my exes (friends and boyfriends alike) thinking, "who the hell does she think she is?"
My mind wandered deeper. I'm sure our world could be a better place if we took the time to send "I love you" to everyone in our contacts list...
Reality brought me back with an aggravated voice careening doing the stairs, "get your helmet off the table and back into the garage!"
I remember groggily thinking that's not an "I love you" text.
Philosophy Class
He stands before the class and points to the board. He poses a question from the text.
"What is wisdom?" he asks, pointing to the big, purple word. The students are quiet for a moment.
She comes up with a quick, silly answer in her mind. Street smarts. Everyone calls out quick guesses--knowledge, beliefs, justifications, but her mind wanders to the wisdom within street smarts. She imagines old philosophers as street urchins, hobos, and pictures them fighting over a can of beans. One of them whips out a shiv. A philosopher, Plato in her fantasy, falls to the ground as Socrates stands above him, smirking, and greedily snatching up the can of beans.
Refocusing on class, the teacher makes a remark, "can you justify your beliefs and are you wise enough to hear others?" She realizes that in the midst of her daydream, she's missed a crucial part of the lecture. What is wisdom?
Yeah, she thinks decidedly, street smarts.
"What is wisdom?" he asks, pointing to the big, purple word. The students are quiet for a moment.
She comes up with a quick, silly answer in her mind. Street smarts. Everyone calls out quick guesses--knowledge, beliefs, justifications, but her mind wanders to the wisdom within street smarts. She imagines old philosophers as street urchins, hobos, and pictures them fighting over a can of beans. One of them whips out a shiv. A philosopher, Plato in her fantasy, falls to the ground as Socrates stands above him, smirking, and greedily snatching up the can of beans.
Refocusing on class, the teacher makes a remark, "can you justify your beliefs and are you wise enough to hear others?" She realizes that in the midst of her daydream, she's missed a crucial part of the lecture. What is wisdom?
Yeah, she thinks decidedly, street smarts.
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