And the winner is...
So here we are, Monday night already. Just as no plans for the week seem to survive contact with Monday morning, no plans for the weekend seem to survive past about 10 a.m. on Saturday morning. I had serious intentions...
And once again, my best intentions were nibbled to death by ducks, leaving me with only a disordered heap of unappetizing obligations. By the time I finally made it through them and got to Sunday evening, I was too tired to think, much less write.
Enough excuses. In the category of ecological catastrophe, the contestants are:
rycamor: I think you're right. It goes beyond finding dystopia simply more interesting that utopia. I think people are hardwired to anticipate disaster, and that this trait has proven survival value. Consider the fable of The Ant and The Grasshopper, which is something we teach our children at a very early age. We make a virtue of anticipating and planning for disaster.
For a moment, your comment, "I'm not sure that I would want ALL humans to not have a care in the world about the future of the environment, world population, and such things," suggested an interesting base idea for a story, but then I realized that H.G. Wells had already written it: The Time Machine.
snowdog: Just cracked me up. I loved it. Especially with that wonderful graphic. I think there is a YouTube video just waiting to be made here. With some bad Terry Gilliam-ish animation, it'd be hilarious.
Bane: I don't know what I can add to the comments that have been posted already. It works; it's complete; it's a damn good story. Good work. Keep it up. Please reconsider your decision not to publish professionally.
Passin Through: Very true and totally right. I'd like to see you stretch out a bit and tackle a topic at a little more length, though.
Vidad: Four words: Get that novel written!
Rigel Kent: Sadly, I have had conversations exactly like that. You nailed it dead on, but also managed to make it a lot more entertaining than it is to actually be in a conversation like that.
After serious consideration and discussion, we would like to give the award for this week to Bane — but Bane has, for personal reasons that I cannot fault, declined the award and directed us to give it to the next in line, and this week that person is — disregarding my own personal deep and endless amusement at the subject of bovine flatulence — Rigel Kent. So Rigel, come on down and pick your prize from the newly updated Door #2 page.
And once again, my best intentions were nibbled to death by ducks, leaving me with only a disordered heap of unappetizing obligations. By the time I finally made it through them and got to Sunday evening, I was too tired to think, much less write.
Enough excuses. In the category of ecological catastrophe, the contestants are:
rycamor: I think you're right. It goes beyond finding dystopia simply more interesting that utopia. I think people are hardwired to anticipate disaster, and that this trait has proven survival value. Consider the fable of The Ant and The Grasshopper, which is something we teach our children at a very early age. We make a virtue of anticipating and planning for disaster.
For a moment, your comment, "I'm not sure that I would want ALL humans to not have a care in the world about the future of the environment, world population, and such things," suggested an interesting base idea for a story, but then I realized that H.G. Wells had already written it: The Time Machine.
snowdog: Just cracked me up. I loved it. Especially with that wonderful graphic. I think there is a YouTube video just waiting to be made here. With some bad Terry Gilliam-ish animation, it'd be hilarious.
Bane: I don't know what I can add to the comments that have been posted already. It works; it's complete; it's a damn good story. Good work. Keep it up. Please reconsider your decision not to publish professionally.
Passin Through: Very true and totally right. I'd like to see you stretch out a bit and tackle a topic at a little more length, though.
Vidad: Four words: Get that novel written!
Rigel Kent: Sadly, I have had conversations exactly like that. You nailed it dead on, but also managed to make it a lot more entertaining than it is to actually be in a conversation like that.
After serious consideration and discussion, we would like to give the award for this week to Bane — but Bane has, for personal reasons that I cannot fault, declined the award and directed us to give it to the next in line, and this week that person is — disregarding my own personal deep and endless amusement at the subject of bovine flatulence — Rigel Kent. So Rigel, come on down and pick your prize from the newly updated Door #2 page.
posted by ~brb at 9:55 PM
