Talking to M'self

Funny thing this "blogging." I really must thank my friend who started me down this path of addiction. Have you ever noticed how it's extremely satisfying to just hear yourself talking? I mean, really, out here in this world of Cyberspace who's to hear? Which makes blogging not all that different from my regular existence. I'm talking, but I'm just talking to m'self. Sometimes you have to do that to carry on an intelligent conversation.

Solar Death Ray

A friend of mine sent me this pithy blog about a guy who has built a working solar death ray. While I found the guy to be a bit of a nerd, there is a certain appeal to creating a device that can burn whatever your little imagination can invent, discretely and from a distance. Brings to mind the smoking gun theory and an ex-husband of mine. If a person is found dead from a gunshot wound, and you are standing there holding a smoking gun, there could easily be enough circumstantial evidence to convict you of murder. But what if there is no smoke, no gun, and you aren't standing there? Hmmmmmmmm................limitless possibilities for improving the human race.

I know, you want it...just don't blame me for your inner wickedness.
http://www.solardeathray.com/

Stabbed Before Breakfast

You know it's going to be a bad day when you get stabbed before breakfast. Living in human skin requires the occassional submission to primitive "healing." I've never met a phlebotomist who had the sense to listen to the owner of the veins they're puncturing. "We appreciate your suggestions," they say, as they stab you wherever the fuck they please. Then they gawk as the veins collapse or roll away just as you predicted. What the fuck do I know about the body I'm living in? "Just sit down, shut up and tell me which finger you want me to stab." Since you're asking, I've got just the finger for you...

Really, humans, develop some better technology. Since you refuse to acknowledge the existence and relatively pain-free, instant cure of magic, you could at least come up with something less primitive than bleeding your victims. Next time you're ailing, I'll be happy to analyze your blood. Just stand still, shut up, and tell me where to bite. Your blood tastes fine to me.