Monday, 29 July 2013
The Man in the Moon, Strange Worlds and a Round Trip
A round trip today to get tiny things eventually arriving back home with the tiny things that we set off on the round trip to get; that you see is the nature of a round trip you arrive back where you started even if the overall shape of your trip in not round but more triangular. You seldom see folk saying I am just popping out on a triangular trip I will not be long, partly because some clever folk would ask if it was an equilateral triangle and then that would get you all flustered and you would end up forgetting why you needed to go our in the first place. Anyway in short what I am saying is we popped out to get some small stuff this morning that we needed.
Right now at this very moment I am pondering whether or not my drumming partner is due to turn up tonight or not, he has whizzed off to exotic parts of the world lately so our drumming schedule is out of sync, much like myself since 1972 when my watch stopped and no one told me for at least a week. I was a bit younger then, although I still am or I could not be the eccentric child of cyberspace could I; and I just assumed that time had stopped. Well lets face it no one tells you about things like that when you are younger and back in about the early 1950’s quite frankly I found the entire idea of time rather alien which is rather ironic because Mr Jones tells me Aliens are using me as a standard unit of time. I am not sure I approve of being a unit of time, what happens if I want to slow down a bit or even stop for a while….
Oooooo yes while on the subject of Aliens it appears that a large space Gecko has eaten the man in the moon, it was his own fault he should have never ventured onto the surface for a closer look at the beast. I have electronically enhanced my drawing of this event which I was able to view from my trusty three and a half inch reflector telescope, sadly there was little I could do to help. After all he was on the moon and it was a very large space Gecko and you would hardly want me to make stuff up and say they became friends and danced about as a confused cow passed by would you . . . . . . . . . (AH DAMN).