The fight to nullify Trump continues. Sad Pandas.
I woke with a total fantasy thought this morning. It is true I woke, and it is true I had a kernel of an idea. I will add that the thought was fiction and totally in outer space – at least part of it was; some of it took place on Earth.
You know that sciences are telling us there is another Planet out there some where. Way out there somewhere; millions of miles out there.
Well, I know that you know I’ve been doing my thing with a woodwind. I have casual thoughts, among the errors and inability to get beyond the first two lessons, of being the next great.
So, the fantasy goes this way:
I’m sitting in my flower garden and practicing music. The garden is an open space in an unidentified town, somewhere. I’m there practicing and a voice floats from an open window of a near by apartment building – “Hey, the voice says, “Hey. Stop playing Blues and play a sound track theme.”
“That’s Thursdays,” I answer back,” today is Wednesday. Blues day.”
The jawing continued until I capitulated; I said “Okay. I’ll play you a theme that I wrote, how’s that.”
And I did just that.
The voice I’d been discussing with came back at the conclusion: “Hey, man That was great. What movie was that from?”
“None,” I answered, “the movie hasn’t been filmed yet.”
“Well, that’s pretty sad,” the voice said.
“Yeah, well, the movie is sad. That’s why I wrote the theme as a Blues tune.”
“Well, What would the movie be about if they filmed the event your blues tune fit?”
“Sci-Fiction, “ says I. “About three women and six men shoot off into space on a search for the very large planet no one can prove is out there, millions of miles out there beyond Pluto.”
“They figured it would be a mission of tens of years for the crew. So it was pretty well accepted by the public they’d never see that crew again. The action takes placeon the space vehicle and becomes a human story of sex, betrayal and dedication (not with standing they couldn’t turn the space ship around anyway) and that their mission was to send back information.”
“Push came to shove and the entire crew died after a search of vast amounts of space and their tribulations.A homing drone was fired back to earth cataloging their activities. It took ten years for the drone to return.”
“Yeah, yeah.” the voice said, “Then what happened?”
“The drone was recovered and the government found that the crew had discovered an artifact the size of and the mass of, a planet. With thousands of little astroids that were really war ships. The planet sized thing killed the crew with radiation.”
“Man, that’s sad.j” the voice said. “Sounds like you’ve been watching too much Star Wars.”
“Never seen it,” I say. “But, yeah, it’s sad. That’s why I wrote the theme in blues.”
As the whole thing was fantasy, and I’d just gotten up, I had breakfast and immediately felt better.
From the reaches,