Thanks for existence, universe!

I’m thankful to exist, to be able to experience pleasure and thought and excitement and wonder, and even to experience sadness and longing and melancholy–because these are all things, all flavors of the world that mix together to make the meal of life.

I’m thankful I can write without pain, and think without pain, and am grateful for every minute that I can.

I’m thankful I was born in such a place and raised in such a way that I turned out as me.

I’m thankful to live in a society with free access to information, and in a time where anyone can learn anything they want if they work at it hard enough.

I’m thankful that I’ve got imagination, intuition and improvisation skills.

I’m thankful for my wife and cat and family and friends!

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Alternate worlds: in which ghosts are real

Jane dies and finds herself still in the world, but unable to interact with it, or be seen by anyone. Around her are the 107 billion other people who have also died throughout human history.

How would ghosts find ways to oppress and abuse each other? They have no money, strength, physical appearance (or do they?) so what would they base their hate on? Century of origin? Age when deceased? Whatever it is, I’m sure they would find some creative way to separate themselves into groups, then beat up on/take advantage of the smaller groups.

It’s human nature, dead or alive.

 

Alternate worlds: in which art is valued

Jane completes her education and decides she wants to be an artist. She practices her craft, while working part time, until she’s managed to create something good enough to present to the artists collective, as her petition for entry. They see it’s value and her potential, and accept her.

From then on her food and shelter are paid for, and she is free to spend all her time creating her art, which the rest of the world can enjoy free of charge, as it is paid for by their tax dollars. Sometimes she is commissioned by a company to create some art for commercial use, she makes extra money this way, but a certain percentage of her yearly output must be for the public that supports her.

She is free to do what she is passionate about and share her ideas and joy with the world, and the world is happy to have her ideas and art in it, for them to enjoy.

 

Alternate worlds: in which food is no fun

In this world, food is not enjoyed, or even thought about. A perfectly balanced combination of nutrients is devised personally for each individual based on their body chemistry, and taken as one might take a vitamin. No one prepares food, or eats together, or eats anything at all other than this daily requirement.

In this world, people would be much healthier, but would they enjoy life as much? Maybe they would find enjoyment in other things. Perhaps, instead of breathing air by rote they would get flavored or scented air, and breath from special bags with different brands, and styles.

Would such a world charge for air instead of food–both necessities for life?

Alternate worlds: in which love is mandatory

Jimmy wakes up on the morning of his 18th birthday and drives to the clinic for his mandatory injection of love serum. This is a special medicine that makes him fall in love with the next person he sees. This is required of all adult citizens, once per year.

It is very unlikely that the person he sees will also have just been injected, and will also fall in love with him. So the world is full of unrequited love–but it is full of love. And everyone understands each other’s pain and sympathize with those in love with them, because they feel it themselves–helplessly, uncontrollably, mandatorily–for someone else.

This world is a bit kinder to each other, a bit more understanding and sympathetic toward each other, a bit more loving for each other. Because everyone, by default, knows what a heartbreak is.

Alternate worlds: in which I didn’t burn my bacon

Incoming, a series of posts about alternate realities that we almost lived in. Or maybe some we never had a chance to live in…

In this alternate world, I didn’t leave the bacon in the oven for nearly an hour and come out with black strips of salty carbon. In this world, I remembered and got up and ate juicy bacon with just the right combo of crispy and chewy.

But then, because of that I didn’t hear the song I’m listening to now, and wasn’t inspired with an idea about alternate universes, and never wrote any of these upcoming posts…

Doctor Who Writes this stuff?

I’ve been catching up on Doctor Who. I hadn’t seen any of the Peter Capaldi episodes, and just finished season 8. I don’t know if I’m getting older, or the show is going downhill… but, way too many of the episodes in that season were kind of lame.

It seemed to be a recurring theme that things happening have zero consequence for anyone. And as I’ve said before, things with no consequences, are not interesting.

In one episode, we find out that Earth’s moon is a giant egg that is about to hatch. Should we kill the thing inside to stop it from hatching, or is that wrong? There is discussion about how losing the tides will cause massive damage to Earth, as well as how the falling pieces of the broken moon would kill millions. At the last minute Clara decides to let the thing hatch and… the ‘shell’ magically disappears with no effect after the thing hatches, and it instantly ‘lays an egg’ in the same place, the same size of the moon. So it’s as if nothing happened. Great.

In another episode, giant forests sprout over night all over the Earth. After some confusion we learn that the trees are growing as a shield for a solar storm that is about to hit earth. When the solar storm hits Earth is safe because of all the trees everywhere, yay! But, then, all the trees just… disintegrate into nothing? But not all the other trees that were already there, just the new ones. It’s just like nothing ever happened. Great.

In another dramatic scene, Clara has found all the keys to the TARDIS and is threatening to throw them in lava if she doesn’t get what she wants from the Doctor. Interesting, seeing the Doctor about to actually lose something is powerful. She throws the keys into the lava and its shocking! What will happen? How will he get back into the TARDIS? He’ll get in fine cause it was all a dream, and it’s as if nothing happened. Great.

All these episodes just made me sigh and groan and feel like my time was wasted. It reminded me of watching cartoons as a kid, where a character will be exploded by a bomb or have a limb broken or take any other kind of damage to be just fine in the next scene. It always bothered me. I found myself wondering ‘What would this show be like if the things that happened, actually happened? What if Tom the cat had to go through six months of episodes with a broken limb? What would that do to the story? How would Jerry the mouse react?

Real, adult stories for fully developed humans need there to be consequences to things that happen. Especially when the things are huge and effect everyone. Or else, you might as well just be telling me about a dream you had. It is really hard to care about things with no effect on anyone.