That would be something you wouldn’t want to forget. Could you imagine the horror/excitement of being stuck in late afternoon traffic after forgetting to turn your laser cyclops off? How destructively liberating.
I was just reminded of a conversation I had yesterday. I was sitting at a table with 3 colleagues at lunch, and one of them commented that he doesn’t usually talk about the things he’s interested in because, as he said “most people aren’t interested in space-mining or asteroids”. The rest of us were in fact interested in these things and commented as follows:
“I like asteroids!”
“We live and breathe asteroids!”
“My Mom is an asteroid!”
Silence as everybody turns and looks at me… I shrug. But then they all laughed and the Mom/asteroid jokes continued for the rest of the afternoon. And we talked about space-mining.
I see them as little plastic wigs. About to be placed on generic plastic bald doll heads.
Giant metal machines on the assembly line working.
Moulded plastic bodies held by robotic clamps, shuttling along. Stopping only a brief second to receive it’s hairdo.
If you don’t go around spouting nonsense, you never find those rare people who actually know what you’re talking about. That 1 person in a million who gets it is worth all the weird looks. So to that I say: “But Bob - Destroying all skateboarding is never the answer!”