Christmas Eve, three years in the future and I’m supposed to write a post from it.
Every year I wish for the future I thought was bound to happen to actually happen.
I thought we’d being flying around in spaceships like the Starship Enterprise. I thought I’d be living on Mars and that I’d have a little house there made out of crashed spaceships.
I thought my yard would be full of animals from planets with not one but two Suns and maybe five moons.
Back on Earth ( where I wouldn’t spend a lot of time on purpose ) I’d have a cool house that could talk to me and did all the cooking and could make its own weather happen right over our roof.
So three years from now I still hope that I will be writing a post about the alien invasion force that got hit by an asteroid on its way to destroy Earth, ha ha ha.
I hope we finally find Martians or at least fossils on Mars and I’m hoping that Mercury finally falls into the Sun because if it’s gone I won’t have to hear that ignorant talk about how it stops and all of a sudden rotates backwards and screws up our phones and computers.
“Science people! Do Your Science” would be the title of that post.
Christmas Eve three years from now I want to blog about the how we’re flying through space, living on other planets and how writers are going to retreats on Titan because nobody has written a famous book there…yet.
Common sense says I probably won’t be blogging about Martians or the hassle of commuting to Mars and why is it easier to commute to Pluto?
It’s going to take us a lot longer than three years for any of the things I’ve written about to maybe happen.
With that kind of attitude I know one thing for sure…it won’t happen ever.