Severed

There has to be almost a thousand people in the room, yet he feels more alone than ever.  Looking around at the smiling faces, both genuine and forced, at the laughter of women and men, old and ever young, he understands what it is all supposed to portray.  But he does not connect.  He never connects.  Whatever tenuous threads might have existed in some distant past have long since been severed.  Perceived toughness, even heroism, is nothing more than other people's desire, their primal need, to project something, anything, on to the empty shell of his emotions.  They fear the dark and silent vacuum that truly resides inside him without even knowing that it exists.

Once again he seeks out the deliberate and time-worn mental switch; the mask appears.  He enters in to the crowd and nobody suspects.

It occurs to me that....

...there's a lot of irony when I play games on my television and then go to my computer to watch a TV weather forecast.

I just finished watching "Doctor Who: The Waters of Mars" and I thought it was brilliant.  Having watched this show since I was old enough to know what a TV was it just keeps getting better and better in this new incarnation.

Yet even in this form they tip their hats to the past.  The sound of the "cloister bell" from 1981's Logopolis was immediately recognizable, and signals the coming change of lead actor as the character nears his death.  The fact that 1981 was also the year we moved from England to Denver makes it have even more of an impact.

I was a worried eleven year old because I thought I may never see my favorite show again!  Luckily the technology of Star Wars, Star Trek, and Doctor Who all came to the rescue as computers, the internet, streaming media, global communications and instant access to vast amounts of data.  The word "if" was used in "Logopolis" a lot too...I.F. became Information File which was a simulated online instruction manual in the Tardis to help save the day in that story.  Now we don't think twice when we go online to look up how to do something, make something, get something or fix something.

Strong memories indeed.

And yes, I know....I am a geek...I hope that's ok with you.

[Listening to: David Bowie "Life on Mars?" Which was also the title of a paper I wrote in college that I was accused of plagiarizing but easily proved it was my original work. I got an A and the professor congratulated me for my writing.]

Second time's a charm

I think maybe I am ready to blog again.  It's going to be different this time; a spur-of-the-moment-stream-of-consciousness-random-crap sort of thing.

You'll probably hate it.

Mainly I don't want to forget things I just thought of a few minutes ago.  I seem to do that a lot lately. Maybe the plate in my head is squeezing my brain.

I'm near to figuring out what it is that's been bothering me for, oh, years.  I think.  And I also think that maybe if I write down the clues that not only will I not forget them, but I may even be able to piece the mystery together.  Something like Scooby Doo if the stories were penned by Nietzsche and the masks were real.

I also feel the need to write before I lose the urge to Write.

Apologies to Mr. Hutchence for stealing part of a song line for my blog title.