This is one of my favorite albums. It’s Play the Spaces by Charles Atlas. The songs remind me of winter. I’m glad that it’s cold again, and I can really enjoy listening to it. Style is ambient. If you like that, then check out this album.
Some of you may recall the episode of Sealab 2021 called “I, Robot.” This is the episode where the characters hypothesize about and choose sides in the robot revolution. Some decide to obtain robotic bodies and join the robots, others decide to remain human and try to survive the robot onslaught.
I’ve come to see that I’ve been reading way, way too much onto the meaning of this episode. I had understood that the joke was not in the (hilarious) dialogue between the characters. It was outside of that. It was between the writers and the audience. I knew that the real joke was that the audience had already thought all about the robot revolution, had already picked sides, and the characters’ dialog was an instrument by which the writers acknowledged the audience’s (my) shrewd forethought.
I guess the joke was on me, though. I’ve made my explanation to several friends, friends whom I thought were “in on the joke” with me, but no one seems to have any idea what I’m talking about… or maybe they just won’t admit it.
I made up a game that I can play during the endless tedious days at work. The goal is to make up a slang term for the toilet. I’ve got a couple of good ones: the Evacuation Station and the Shit Pit.
When I am at work sitting at my desk, I hear my loud co-workers and the other annoying sounds around me, and I want to shoot myself in the head.
The question is what should I bring to the T’giving potluck. The answer is to find a dish that tells others,
“I did not come from the grocery store bakery or deli. My ingredients did not come pre-mixed in a box. That makes my cook a better person than you. The dish you brought says that you are a person who has decided to spend all of your time either at work or rearing your snotty babies and crooked teenagers. Oh by the way, your children will grow up to hate you.”
It’s a complex set of criteria.