I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Story Bones

From a comment made on a friend's blog regarding the Kindle:
I know some people like to say how "old tech" books are. I've been trying to come up with snappy rejoiners to that. My latest attempt, "Oh really, so why do we have advanced technology attempting to simulate them?" And sure, holodeck sex may get you through the cold dark winter of the big black, but it's still second cousin to the real thing.

1 comment:

Dr. Phil (Physics) said...

Actually we're in the "reading about" or "watching simulations of" holodeck sex, which are really pretty far off base.

Dr. Phil

unfor -- the negative of "for"