There's a kind of hush

There's a kind of hush

This Sunday's NYT magazine had a pull out ad for "emergency terror contact plans" for families to fill out and plan in the event of a terrorist attack, grimly enough. Sentiment straight out of 50's w/it's civil defence manuals and bomb shelters, but It was enough to wonder if we were truly headed for another and what next would happen. Of course, I don't mean to be grim - It's the scene in every cold war paranoid film where swing music plays, I'm doing dishes in domestic bliss and I read about something ominous or terrible that could happen that has me wondering if I dismiss this and walk away, will the unthinkable happen and I'm left without a "safety plan" amid a terrible future... or will giving into paranoia only make it worse? I must not think bad thoughts.

People and Software

People like Software

I had to run an errand during lunchtime (Ok, dumb error - I accidentally forgot to return the Flexcar gascard I was using yesterday) and found myself downtown amid the sea of business people I wasn't used to seeing normally. Something amazing was that I found everyone predictable - having conversations about last night's SuperBowl ads, and how much their speech became like "predictable text" (you know, like the predictable text on your cellphone). For some reason, I wasn't suprised that 2 office workers found the offerings trite and the cgi graffix for a unicorn selling 6 figure airtime boring. People actually complained to the FCC that the 1/2 time show was too boring, which I can't tell you how happy that makes me (but the demographic data is still depressing nonetheless)...

Speaking of the trite subject of "Sports and Natural Selection", here's one fan that's probably realizing that self-castration is no wardrobe malfunction.