Viral Vicissitudes

“Splash down" ratings... "Houston...  looks as if we have a problem...the seas seem a bit too calm... isn't the goal here, if we're going to get the highest score, from the highest dive ever know, to make the least splash possible?" Oh, if you didn't look close enough, it was easily missed. Such a smooth landing...so much so that the judges rated it perfect, across all those in attendance on the John P. Murtha (LPD 26 for you Navy geeks), as well as those  viewing it from 1300 miles away in Mission Control --  "Welcome aboard!"    

Ai finders "Oh, the places you may go..." And the people you might (not ) see...at least not recognize. Where this whole thing, may take us, if we take it too far. Siriusly… “Ur in a heap…” of ruins. Told you that if you went back in time far enough, as in the Book of Joshua, you'd find evidence in the form of ruins... "And so it goes..." that according to the biblical account..."the men of Ai, thinking they will have another easy victory..." was far from being certain. Perhaps there's still hope... "Only time...Tell" coincidence or providential, that the Ai's ruins are commonly thought to be in the modern-day archeological site of Et-Tell...in the West Bank of a place that came to be called Palestine. See how far we've come? (and how far we have left to go, in making peace, with it?) 

how “Dear John” got "Hi Jacked" Omni-present - From “Jumping Jack Flash” which was no doubt played by the acclaimed DJ “Wolfman Jack…” and which became a political war cry “You’re no Jack…” So many references it’s forced our hand, to always keep an eye open, for Jack…see where I’m coming from? Well dear John did finally get his day as in becoming almost as appreciated as the one that replaced him. I mean, when was the last time you overheard someone coming into a restaurant asking, “Where is your Jack at, I really gotta go…” Get my downward drift...  John is to Jack, as Jane is to Jill... all downhill from here.

House broken 2.0 Let alone... All those security measures... Remote controls... that allow us to once again, to monitor things around the house, now that more of us called back, to the brick and mortar walled in office (or whatever cubicles are made of these days) Pet Smart … that will take a bite out of your household budget …ouch, that smarts!  We’re talking homeland security that absorb most of our other securities, landing us...elsewhere (you'd think we have enough to worry about around home, before tinkering in the affairs of others)

Space Savors and Favors: "the more things change...." They (the stats) say... that aerospace engineering and the associated Space force continues, despite the gradual increase in females into the designing and building of spacecrafts, and those now donning (going to have to come up with a gender neutral name) a spacesuit, to be a male dominated profession. Once they (the female fellow travelers) are welcome aboard, however, the whole direction of space travel takes a different trajectory. Just a few examples to show you, the earthbound, that they continue to be a force of nature, are the following outtakes from the most recent mission..."Lost in space...?! didn't I tell you to stop for directions, now we're a few light years off our schedule...and for the last time, can you please put the seat down?!" So much for the male dominant gene.

Working stiffs  At least we’re feeling it… stiffed. that is. Being called back, punching in, after being allowed all the flexibility of working from whatever remote location, even on vacation… well,  time to do some reps and rotations…even take what’s called a circuitous route, to work. Oh well, if you have to go back to the mundane work station, you can at least vary your routine, especially as in a change, in altitude... Modern in-conveniences... you think you got it bad…how would you feel, after enduring a ten-day commute, wearing the same suit, without dependable indoor plumbing, only to encounter “No public restroom”. A close number two - believing you are the first to arrive, only to find “Occupied” on the door. “Moon You!”  (“Lost in Space” and other signs that the more things change…next exit) 

This space, left intentionally...empty. Everyone was encountered such times... that they either came unprepared (e.g., no dish to pass) or came with their arms full, went home empty handed, having gained nothing. But then there came such a time that coming upon an empty tomb, was a reminder of the Word fulfilled.  Happy Easter

Property rites, watered down version  From the ground up... look at them from our point of view, for once -- that of the grounds and their  keepers. Looking through the looking glass... can't see the forest, for the mass, of grass, or whatever they're calling "Mary Jane" this time around. It's pretty much taken over what used to be considered sacred ground. But what the new land developers saw as "such a waste" Blood shot eyes... given all the blood, shed on my soil.  Going under... ground, to dig up all the land mines left behind. Boots, on the ground... which only makes sense, since all the tires are on the road. Ground troops... TG, they've finally come, to till the soil, so I can turn over, a new leaf. Stomp removal... wouldn't that be a welcome procedure, given all the stomping grounds, going on... Ground cover... just when I was going to get a drink Lots to think about, next time you complain about your rights getting trampled on.   

An Ode to Code breakers…  “ Braker, braker…”  "Those who break, have to pay for them…” It's code for unemployment compensation. Code of silence... the few exceptions that go the full sentence, without being broken. Launch free zone… used to be that those who learned to write code were guaranteed at least a strong career launch, the ongoing trajectory was then up to author…but ever since this Ai guy showed up in our launch room, it’s as if the rest of us have been left out in the code. Self-writing... this is where Ai hasn't quite got it right yet, as in homophonously... where two words, sounding the same, can have, at least slight variations, in their impact ..."a self righting rocking ship is one that relies on a balance between buoyancy and gravity"...whereas in current coder lingo, one that writes itself is what other human coders would like to deep six. (whereas "heave to" is another navigational code that refers to slowing a vessel's forward pr...

The updated Countdown routine: ”T minus equals…”   Preflight checks… "whose got the check book, could take a while to reconcile, if Congress is any example..." Rebegin launch sequence... "ten, nine...stop, time out...this one called by the media, which is the newest form of buying time...does anyone in this capsule have to go pee?"  Final countdown...  "major eruption, of applause, as it got off, just before it got eclipsed, by the King's speech...no interrupting this guy once he gets started" 

“Only Fools Russian…”    “ Sheer Lunacy!” as in trying the same thing over and over again…getting men and a woman in a confined space…as well as those from different cultures…NOW we're talking a supercollider again... "It's a hoax!" more like a practical joke, they are trying to play on us, sending this daughter of Zeus, sister of Apollo (aka Artemis), up into space...next thing you know they'll try to get us to believe our entire world is based on the moon phases. Must take me, for a fool... "Sputtering Sputnik!" the newest minced oath, to mark the day, we got behind in the space race. No joke, as it became something Sirius.  4-1 for all, the fools out there.