Airlocket Sonnet with my Easter Bonnet
Today I offer a simple space sonnet dedicated to me and you.
Imagine that we are standing together in an airlock. The situation is obvious. Between us and the cold reality of space is a door. And on the wall is a button. It’s the button. You know, the one that controls the door.
Let’s explore the possibilities together. Think of it like a cakewalk in space.
- I have helmet, you do not: This one’s a no-brainer. I push the button. I mean, how often does life provide a chance like this? You have to take it. Space is incredibly empty. I hope you enjoy the irony that it’s about to contain your brains.
- You have a helmet, I do not: You just love having one over on me, don’t you? Quite simply life isn’t worth living knowing that you have something that I do not. I push the button. I hope you can live with yourself, you helmet-owning bastard.
- Neither of us has a helmet: Now this is quite the pickle. What to do, what to do? Ultimately, and don’t take this personally, but I’ll squeak out some famous last words about gooses and ganders and then pound that button with style and flair. Because, you and I are going to be hanging out for a while.
- Both of us have a helmet: Sigh. This is all so tedious and pointless, isn’t it? Sure, I could push the button, but so what? What does it matter? Nothing would change. It’s not even worth the damn effort. It just makes me angry. So I’m not pushing anything. Do what you want. I don’t care.
By the way, according to Wikipedia, a space suit costs $12 million USD and has a mass of 47 pounds (21 kg) without the life support backpack, but how much fun is that? That might seem expensive for just one suit but remember: It comes with two pairs of pants*.
*A very old José Jiménez joke.
Now You’re Cooking: An Airlock Prayer
Admittedly there is at least one major bummer about being an atheist. It’s a pretty big one, too. Quite simply: I’m deprived of a bunch of gods. Dammit. I guess that comes with the territory. So, in self defense, I learned to pray only to the Great Airlock.
“Oh, Great Airlock, please hear my humble plea.”
“I’m sorry, Tom. I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
It’s easy to see how the Great Airlock could come in handy. Alas, it never quite works out that way. The Airlock is a cruel god. But you still gotta believe, right?
I’ve pontificated about The Great Airlock in the past. In theory, He represents immutable consequences to choice and action. The origin mythology is exceedingly simple: When the button is pushed the door opens. The door cares not what is on the Other Side. The door cares not if the occupant is ready. The door opens. The results are what they are. Nothing can change that. Nothing. Not even a god.
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Who put the MF in Global?
I love things hidden in plain sight and double meanings. They give me a merry tickle. Well, most of the time.
I don’t know anything about investing, but if anyone had ever approached me with an “opportunity” to invest at a company named MF Global I’d probably respond by kicking them in the nards. Opportunity, indeed!
“Mother Fucker Global?” I’d most likely say. Whomp! Nards.
Now that’s a portfolio that holds my interest.
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Short Story: Spacewalk This Way #BlogShorts
Spacewalk This Way
by Tom B. Taker
Ransoon had been lax and cutting corners.
Performing routine maintenance in the airlock without a suit – in violation of regs – she bumped … something.
It never crossed her mind to apologize.
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This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.
Hyppo and Critter: Roofies
I don’t get the party scene. Somehow I got through my youth without ever having the urge to attend one. All I know about them is what I’ve seen in movies. I don’t get the appeal.
But I do know this. If I was a woman living in today’s world I wouldn’t accept and ingest a drink from anyone without vetting how the drink was prepared. Ever.
Once again I find the lowest common denominator of human behavior prompting me to call for bystander laws with more teeth.
We live in a world where young people think it’s not only acceptable but fun to do things like date rape women. A world where roommates think they can stream a young man’s private sexuality from within his own home right onto the internet. These young people don’t know the difference between right and wrong. No big surprise there – they’ve learned from the best.
It seems to me there are two kinds of criminals. One variety is the sociopath. The other new emerging variety is the overly “me” oriented idiot who thinks “if it feels good do it” and views other human beings as personal consumables to be expended in the name of fun. I’m not sure which kind of criminal is worse.
Normally I generally feel that most people deserve second chances after most mistakes. But anyone who rapes a person they’ve drugged needs to be made into an example. Our society needs to send an unequivocal signal that certain behaviors will never be tolerated and will result in extreme and unwavering punishment to those who engage in them.
Will that happen? Somehow I think not. We’re compromising our way into oblivion. The road to hell is paved one brick at a time.
Human behavior needs an airlock but unfortunately we don’t have the wherewithal do that to ourselves.
Airlock Time: Dudley Enright
Oh great airlock of space and time, hear my plea! We need you down here on earth today!
An act has been committed. Now comes time for the whining and begging and the attempts to shank all responsibility. Oops. Freudian slip there.
Meet Mr. Michael Enright, the man of the hour. This young man, age 21, apparently asked a New York taxi driver if he was Muslim, and when he got confirmation that was indeed the case, uttered the fateful words, “Consider this a checkpoint” and opened up with his Leatherman on the man’s neck, forearms, face, and hand.
So what are the pertinent facts in this case?
- Enright was drunk. Oh, so sorry, old chap. I didn’t know. Uncuff him immediately. He’s free to go.
- He’s only 21. Yep, never mind. It’s ok to slice and dice humans up like a true master of Ginsu.
- He’s a college student. Duh. Where do you think he got his training?
- He did volunteer work in Afghanistan. This little bit of info is so important that media places it prominently in the lead frickin’ paragraph. As if it means something.
- He greeted the driver in Arabic. What’s this supposed to prove? It takes one to know one?
- He’s an honors student. Ooh, we should go easy on him. He’s a good person!
- He lives with his parents. True, that does explain a lot. Another gerbil on the rampage.
- He volunteered with a group that promotes “interfaith dialogue.” Welp, I guess it’s safe to take that off the list of shit that’s helpful, eh?
- He volunteered with a group that “involved veterans.” Media sure didn’t miss this important fact, whatever the hell it means.
Please don’t let the airlock be denied. Powerful forces will ally to prevent this young man from being sucked out into space, but in the end, I sincerely hope and pray that the airlock will prevail.
Some people say we don’t need hate crime laws. I say this is a textbook case of why we do. Without the Muslim hating component this attack would have never occurred.
In other news, shouldn’t everyone carry a Leatherman in their pocket when they are out drinking? Damn those are handy versatile little suckers.
In the name of the most holy Airlock, amen.
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