What if...

Have you ever thought about what we take for granted? Or things that we might end up taking for granted in the future? Things that we have now, things we'll have then, things we had in the past that we couldn't even fathom in our current age.

For example, what if there was no electricity? What if Edison had never gone to all that trouble to invent the lightbulb, and all that? What if we weren't able to even conceptualize it? Would things be different? Would we have gone down an entirely new path in terms of energy transfer?

What if the Wright Brothers hadn't invented flight? What if the plane had never flown? Would we all still be using planes? Or something else?

What if there were no cars? No trucks? No bicycles? What if there were no wheels? Where would we be then? How would that change how we transport goods, people, services? Would it change how cities work? How the world works?

What if there were no guns? No bombs? No poison, weapons, or war? How would that change the way we fight war? Would we even be able to fight it? How would things change?

What if there were no languages? Would we all communicate in one language? Would we communicate at all? How? With what? Verbal? Gestures?

What if there were no religion? Nothing to believe in? What would people live for? Die for? Strive for?

What about politics, economics? What if politicians and money were non-existant?

What if you took away the world in it's entirety?




Would ther just be empty space? Nothingness? A void? Can you imagine that?

And if there was a beginnning, can you think of the why?

What if...

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ACK! All work and no play? Can't a guy get a break?

Yesterday left me much too busy to complete a post on my blog, my apologies to those who were sorely missing the daily updates in the life of me. So, I'll recap not just today, but yesterday too. If I can remember yesterday that is.

So. Yesterday, I ran through the usual routine of getting ready for, going to and attending school, after which the regularity ended at lunch. I auditioned for our school's talent show, with my Gollum impression. Needless to say (although, maybe it is for those of you who haven't heard my Gollumspeak yet), the judges were impressed, and I shall be performing my short but very sweet Gollum impression in front of the entire school later this month. Yikes! Anyway, the rest of the day passed without much event, except of course for Karate, for which I arrived late. Mmmhmmm. Oh yes, and I got a haircut from my mom. She did an awesome job, considering that the last time she cut my hair was... several years ago.

I did manage to get a really good snooze in, which will be a lot unlike tonight. 8 1/2 hours! Rock on! So, I got up in the morning feeling refreshed and restored, a feeling which was soon to be destroyed due to the fact that my mom hadn't packed my lunch. But I got to school on time, showed off my new "do", and got back that happy feeling I had before. Ummm... then I played cards at lunch, a classic high school game that is, among it's many other and some inappropriate aliases, known as, Garbage Man. It's kind of similar to hearts, with many invented differences. I also made a comment at the game without thinking about it beforehand, and it turned out kind of lewd-sounding. My ears turned red. More red than they have been in a long time.

After school, I walked home and got ready for work while relaxing. I got to work, and worked quite hard, after which I was timely rewarded by a ride home from s sympathetic co-worker. And the Ducks clinched the series with Vancouver in double overtime to boot! What more can I ask for? Besides being able to get more sleep. That's just shooting for the moon. I mean, come on! I survived on 6 hours of sleep or less while I was in Ottawa! Then after all that, I went for 36 1/2 hours without any sleep at all! I can take this!

Not for much longer anyway. TGIF now. I will get a good sleep this weekend, in between working at LD, working on the homework that seems to stab me in the back at the last minute, and having a ball & expending all my energy tomorrow volunteering at the Spring Fair! C'est la vie. Que sera, sera. Maybe I could squeeze in Spiderman 3 in there somewhere...

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She'll be Back. {A few minutes later in Terminator 3} She's back.

My sister has returned! I'm ecstatic! Elated! Extremely excited! Euphoric! Eh!

I'm so happy that those folks in Alberta finally gave me my sister back. You know that song, that says, you don't know whatcha got 'til it's gone? My feelings. Right there. Uh-huh. Yup.

On to the tedious business of chronicling my fascinating existence. Woke up at 7:00 am. Breakfasted. Walked to school. Watched a movie in Spanish class about Picasso. He was Spanish too. And famous. Did nothing of interest in English, 'cept find out that I wanted to re-write my distopia essay. Lunch was interesting, I helped a barbershop quartet rehearse, then watched Nick and his friends win at futsol. Drama, came up with my idea for Term 4 project. Chemistry, worked on a worksheet. Walked home.

When I got home, things picked up a bit. My friend Nick and I chatted with my sister about this and that, and I made my world famous Kraft Dinner for them. Then Nick left, Miranda and I chatted, and then I played on the computer until I had to go to work.

Work was... work. I stocked toilet paper, Kleenex, and Paper towels. Oh yay! We had the game on in computers and electronics, so I was able to bravely flaunt my loyalty to the Ducks in some more people's faces. Then they threatened to kill me. Meh.

I walked home, and it turns out that the Ducks won! 3-2 in 1st overtime! They lead the series 3-1! I'm so happy! JEAN-SEBASTIEN GIGUERE IS THE BEST GOALIE EVER!

Then my friend Nick came over again in the eleventh hour for math help. I gladly obliged. Now I'm tired, and I'm going to go to bed. I don't care if you think my writing was dry, wrinkled, or otherwise unsatisfying to your poor dry sponge of a brain. Or if it you thought it was good, then you must have nothing better to do. Or you're one of my adoring fans. Or... I don't know. I don't really think that you guys have dry sponges for brains. I love you all. Really. Really!

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