Late Night Ponderings for a Morning Post

It's a quarter to ten and I'm writing this to post in the morning.  I'm kinda tired, but I'm waiting for the cat to use the litterbox so I don't go to bed only to get up in an hour.  Life with a geriatric cat.  :sigh:

The world has really gone batshit crazy.  It's like 2021 looked at 2020 and said 'hold my beer'. 

People... or a certain subsect of people, I should say... are calling for another section of people to be put on a list, or rounded up, or blacklisted somehow.  It's a creepy glimpse of Germany in the late 1930s.  I saw and shared a meme thingie on FB with a made-up quote from George Orwell about how he'd written a book to warn people against behavior like this.  He wasn't alone.  Aldous Huxley, Ayn Rand, Ray Bradbury... myself, if I can include myself in that list of literary greats... all wrote books warning against this stuff.  Pity not enough people listened.

The company I've used for years as my internet browser said something about the tech companies not doing enough to censor people, or something like that.  As of today, I have a new browser.  It's called Brave.  We'll see.  I had thought, you know, browsers... how can they do anything political?  Umm, yeah.  

I was thinking today about building a vegetable garden and maybe getting some chickens or rabbits.  I found an article that was really into the whole critter-proof garden thing, complete with diagrams and lists of tools you NEED to buy to do it.  Umm, no.  Then I found another article that was totally relaxed about the whole thing and didn't make it seem like a major home improvement project.  That's more my style.  You don't need an engineer or a wad of money to put something together that won't blow down in a stiff breeze or collapse at the sight of a deer.  I have ideas now.

I'm still writing my book.  44291 words as of tonight... err, last night... err... maybe I should just set this to post and go to bed.  Here kitty kitty kitty.  Time to go to the litterbox so mommy can go to bed.

Musings

You know, the very first blog I started back in '06 was called Musings About Writing.  Thought I was pretty unique there - until I saw how many other people were 'musing'.  :shrug;  That became The Writing Spectacle.  Cuz, hey, it's all a spectacle.  And my first book's tentative title at the time was Spectacle.  (Yeah, vague and unspecific title there.  It's now called Fear Itself.)  The blog title stuck and there we are.

Ahem.  That wasn't what I was musing about when I started this post.  And somewhere between YOU and ARE in that paragraph, I lost my train of thought.  Be nice, I haven't had nearly enough coffee yet.

One thing I was musing about first thing this morning, pre-coffee, is how something that ticks me off and made me very ranty, passed pretty much unnoticed in the real world.  Funny how that happens. Some issue that has a limited number of people up in arms one way or the other, really isn't all that important to the rest of the freakin' world. As in, you know, normal people. Kinda puts things in perspective.  Kinda gives me hope that since it really isn't all that important, it will be ignored and perhaps will pass into not even a hiccup in history.  Time will tell.  If only all such nonsensical issues would pass so easily into obscurity.

Of course, there's the other chance - that something big will happen because of it and no one will have noticed until we're all without another little bit of freedom.  Again, time will tell.  Since my underlying passion is what I call 'speculative fiction' - wherein one speculates about the future in novel form - I tend to see the long term possibilities in all their horror and/or glory.

Think Twilight Zone.  The original one with Rod Serling.  That show was awesome and I suckled at it early - which is probably why I am the way I am. 

Of course, I also read books like Fahrenheit 451 and Anthem and Brave New World and Atlas Shrugged and 1984 during my formative years.  If those don't give you some insight into possible futures and make your mind wander down those paths, I don't know what will.

I guess, I could also point to the show Quantum Leap there, too.  One man, jumping around the time thread of his life, fixing things that can be fixed. 

Anyway, point me toward a book, movie, or show that explores the trail mankind could take, and I'm so there.

And now my musings have wandered as far a field as I want to let them this morning.  The coffee's starting to kick in and the brain is turning back into something a little more solidified. So I'll leave you with one last thought from Back to the Future III

The future isn't set in stone and it is what we make of it.  So make yours the best you can.