Dream World Violence
When I am rich and famous I will commision a group of inventors to create some sort of shower dome. Like a cross between a shower and a bath tub. A place where you could spend the whole day when it is this hot. If you do that in a normal shower then you’ll run up a huge water bill. Plus it’s not very comfy. A tub is comfy, but again you will pump up the water bill if you keep the water running. In my bubble you would have the water cascading down on you. Not in a tight stream like a shower. No, generously scattered all over you. And the water would then run down some drains and through a filtering system to clean it up a little and then transported back to the top of the dome and so on, in a long cycle.
You could lie there or sit. And there would be accessories. Waterproof accessories. Waterproof TV. Waterproof computer. Waterproof books and magazines. Waterproof steak and vegetables. Waterproof icecream cones. Anything your heart could desire.
You wouldn’t have to fiddle with some knob to adjust the heat. It would be all digital. And the computer would remember your personal preferences. So when I went in there I’d say “Computer, the usual please” and it would use the appropriate settings. It would be able to recognise voices too. So if my supermodel wife went in there then it would optimize the system for her. And when my child progidy, little Plume Junior, comes home from his piano recital at the UN the system would make sure to have rubber duckies ready for him.
And you could sleep in there. Is it possible to sleep with water showering you? I have often wondered. But my shower is much too small for that. And if you go to sleep in a tub you’ll just drown. My dome would definitely be designed so you could sleep in it.
I would make a good Crazy Rich Guy. I already have a lot of the Crazy part down. I just need some monies. I don’t get why all the money goes to the hard-working people? They don’t enjoy it. They just work to make more. I think the money should go to people who know how to have fun. When I am rich and famous I will hand out money to lazy bums, to homeless people, to the unemployed, to the social phobic, to the handicapped. My only condition would be that they had to have fun with it. If society is going to break down then I hope it breaks down because people are too busy having fun, not because they are too busy working or because they invent robots that run amok or because North Korea fires long-range missiles at the US and everything explodes or because all the power runs out. It should break down because we are running through meadows and dancing in the sunshine and throwing snowballs at each other. (I figure we have obtained the power of climate control by then). And while the cities crumble we will be living in tents and teepees and we will stuff the fireplaces with old money notes that no longer represent any value beyond the sentimentality and memories of the old days.
And all the copyright lawyers will be burning in hell.
Amen.
July 7th, 2006 at 3:04
HANK AND IRIS GO TO THE FAIR
This is the first year at the fair for Hank & Iris (Boer goats). They belong to a neighbor boy (about 15 years old). Hank received a blue ribbon, but he’s still the same sweet goat, fame didn’t go to his head. Iris was contendedly chewing her cud just like she was at home. Their owner was sure excited and proud to be showing them at the fair.
There was also a “petting zoo”. Major cuteness. Lots of baby goats, all sizes and colors, a giant brown Flemish bunny, chickens, baby pot-bellied pigs, ducks, a llama, a baby calf, a donkey, and 4-horned Jacob’s sheep that has brown and white spotted wool.
Lots of rabbits, chickens, and ducks in the Small Pet Exhibit. Bunnies of all colors, shapes, and sizes. Some with really long soft hair. Are there mohair rabbits? Beautiful chickens and ducks. Even a crested duck with a little white afro do on his head.
I love our county fair! Even had a sno-cone, yum. I’ll probably dream about baby goats tonight climbing all over me. Oops, that happens to someone we all know in “real life”.
July 7th, 2006 at 9:38
This is stuff I make up when I have heat delirium… actually that is completely false… I make up weird songs that make no sense and enact myself dancing to them comically in my head. Doth thee not have AC or was this an act of pure genius? I love it. I would love to spend some time in a Plume Shower Dome tm.
July 7th, 2006 at 13:40
Deb – Awesome Deb! It sounds wonderful. I’d love to go to a real fair like that. The playground has its own little fair. I won gold with Magnethe last year, I’m not sure if that was before you started reading? I was quite proud to be invited to participate since it was only really for the kids! Hehe. This year I didn’t participate, and unfortunately I had to work so I couldn’t even watch everyone showing off the animals. But next I hope. And some time a real fair too.
Kat You should make a musical video. And get on MTV. And become rich. And fund my insanity. I doth noth have proper AC. I do have a fan standing on the floor blowing wind at me, but days like these it’s just not enough. I actually came up with the whole shower dome idea … in the shower. I collapsed down on the floor and wished I had a shower dome where I could comfortably sit or lie and let myself be soaked. And up came that whole fantasy. Except it’s not a fantasy, it’s going to be reality. On this I swear. Goddam it’s hot in herre.