Mostly Harmless
Tonight, I was watching one of those goofy shows about people who claim that orbs on their camera is the ghost of some person who lived about three hundred years ago and that when they woke up late at night, they saw a beam of light and were ass lanced by some kind of probe. Don't ask me why but I get a kick out of these shows on the paranormal. It's pretty fun stuff. The reason I watch is that sometimes they have some kind of weird facts about vampires and their possible existence. Now, I have gotten into the habit of watching these shows with the hope that one of them would be able to give me something that could best my superior *snort* rhetoric skillz. (word yo!) But alas, I have yet to be stumped for explanations on all matters of the undead. Tonight, I was disappointed to find that this show I stumbled on was not going to deal with anything vampiric. Instead, there was someone claiming to see orbs (which came from a crystal that was conveniently placed next to an oil lamp...you know because that totally couldn't have produced the little balls of light on the wall), alien abductions and a story of reincarnation.
Now just so you know, I have never been big on aliens or anything but for some reason, while I was watching this show, it occured to me that the only people these aliens seem to pick up are the people in the middle of freaking nowhere and they always end up being the yahoos you see on TV saying "It's real and it's totally fucked up my life! They shoved a probe in my bum/eye/mouth/nose and wrote stuff down! I was on an operating table!" So this got me thinking about the kind of person who would get abducted and just not bother telling anyone about it. Suddenly, there was this weird sort of conversation going on in the back of my head. It was a normal person, sitting there having a conversation with an alien "captor" who was asking him questions. The best part was that they picked him up because he was drunk and hugging everyone. Better than this was when the two voices got to the part where he asked the alien to scramble his brain so that he didn't end up on TV saying all these things.
So there you have it. I am writing a short story about the abduction of an overly friendly drunk guy who just lost his job and has to answer life's tough questions for an alien life form wearing a plastic stereotypical "alien head" all while having a killer hangover. I love writing. It makes life worth living some days!
Oh and check out the new icon! Pretty sweet if I say so myself...and I do! Oh how I do. I love that icon. I'm also going to bed because it's four in the morning and I have been writing a story about aliens all night. Huzzah!
Now just so you know, I have never been big on aliens or anything but for some reason, while I was watching this show, it occured to me that the only people these aliens seem to pick up are the people in the middle of freaking nowhere and they always end up being the yahoos you see on TV saying "It's real and it's totally fucked up my life! They shoved a probe in my bum/eye/mouth/nose and wrote stuff down! I was on an operating table!" So this got me thinking about the kind of person who would get abducted and just not bother telling anyone about it. Suddenly, there was this weird sort of conversation going on in the back of my head. It was a normal person, sitting there having a conversation with an alien "captor" who was asking him questions. The best part was that they picked him up because he was drunk and hugging everyone. Better than this was when the two voices got to the part where he asked the alien to scramble his brain so that he didn't end up on TV saying all these things.
So there you have it. I am writing a short story about the abduction of an overly friendly drunk guy who just lost his job and has to answer life's tough questions for an alien life form wearing a plastic stereotypical "alien head" all while having a killer hangover. I love writing. It makes life worth living some days!
Oh and check out the new icon! Pretty sweet if I say so myself...and I do! Oh how I do. I love that icon. I'm also going to bed because it's four in the morning and I have been writing a story about aliens all night. Huzzah!