Fly me to Pluto, or somewhere more exotic?

This blog is brought to you by a crazed mind, who had no internet from getting home yesterday evening, until lunchtime today. Its also a tribute to the crazy TV programs that someone here watches when he has nothing better to do as well. Yes, love you, Eric!

The thing was whatever happened to the internet here yesterday, had no effect on the main TV downstairs. However, my ancient old box upstairs sort of failed to work in sympathy, so I ended up coming downstairs this morning, because, lets face it, there wasnt anything I could do in my room.

So anyway, after some serious TV, some cricket highlights were over, the TV got turned over to what I can only call one of those crank channels (H2?), full of programs about alien abductions, and the like. Some of it absolutely crazy, some of it that makes you wonder, and fine, some that just makes me jealous!

Seriously, please, if aliens want to abduct humans for experimentation, implantation, brainwashing, or even just a quick space flight around the universe, why dont they ever abduct people like me who would enjoy it? Or is it more fun for them to abduct people who are going to hate it, perversity, or something?

Fine, I know you’re going to ask at this point, do I believe in alien lifeforms visiting Earth? I know all logic says its impossible, there are no feasibly inhabited planets in our own Solar System (for which I’m including Pluto), and even then, the time it takes our craft to even reach Mars, let alone beyond that point, not really practical, is it? At the same time, on that basis, we’re assuming alien spacecraft can travel no faster than any of ours, and lets face it, if they are smart enough to travel to Earth, from beyond where, then who is to say they cant travel at the speed of light, or faster, when it suits?

So yes, occupants of interplanetary craft (and no, thats not the video, lol, though you might wish it was!), if you need a human that would be happy to experience anything you might fancy trying, or to just impress with how fast you can coast around our solar system, then I’m your girl! PLEASE!

In a sense, I apologize for tonights video, in that its far from the greatest song of all time. But lets face it, Star Trek encountered plenty of aliens, so…

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An old story returns

Its funny, isn’t it? You would assume that by now that a story written 11 years ago had lived out its time? Wrong, so it seems!

Yes, back in 2002, I wrote a story called ‘The Carolina Experiment’, shortly after my last visit to Richmond, Virginia. Funnily enough, just as I’m about to head back there for the first time since then, I start a flow of emails with someone about the story. Unsurprisingly I only know him by his ‘online’ email name, nothing more, but thats irrelevant. What is relevant is the subject matter, which in this case wasnt actually a true robotisation, but more about brain implants, and the effect they can have on the human mind. Of course, given it was a mind control story, its not hard to work that out! The interesting concept was the one that settings could be at different levels of control, from 10, where the person would barely realise they were being controlled, and theoretically be able to refuse, if something really abhorrent was suggested, through to 100, where you would be the thoroughly obedient, and pretty mindless robot. No prizes for working out which end of the scale appealed to me back then, and probably would still do so today!

Anyway, we’ve developed a pretty interesting discussion on all such matters, and its even headed into other related areas, including I suspect, ECT, also known as Electro Convulsion Therapy, or Shock Therapy by some. An interesting issue for me, as it was suggested for me at one point in my life, though never applied. Funny, isnt it, I probably would have loved it being done to me, but anyway…

Anyway, always nice to know the old stories dont die, they just fall asleep for a while lol! But if anyone wants to fit me with an implant, or zap me with a nice high voltage helmet and/or bodysuit, then ask, I’m not likely to say no!

Oh, and on a loosely related matter, I’m off on holiday Saturday, and getting my hair done Friday. Sadly, on no trip to the hairdresser has the following ever happened to me, but I can dream.