“Science people! Do Your Science”

Ebb and Flow

Our blogs morph over time, as interests shift and life happens. Write a post for your blog — but three years in the future.


Christmas Eve, three years in the future and I’m supposed to write a post from it.

Heavy sigh.

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.

mercury sun

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.

Think so?

With that kind of attitude I know one thing for sure…it won’t happen ever.

She’s Joking, Right?

:::Holidailies Prompt:::

If you could be a gift for anyone, what would you be, and who would you be given to?

I believe that when the year ends- and yes it IS just a date on the calendar we can use that date to draw a line in the sand.

Today is a new day and we can start the New Year a fresh while saying goodbye to the old year.


In celebrating that, I would like to be the following gift and I would like to give myself to every son of a bitch who brought a second of pain or despair to my life over 2015.

I  truly want to gift anyone whom I had to shut up for when they spewed a bunch of babble I don’t agree with because I’m polite and don’t see any reason to challenge your belief system.

I want to give something special to my acquaintances who buried me in lame psycho babble and one-sided conversations where I couldn’t get a word in edgewise because what was being said AT me was far more profound than anything I could ever come up with in my own head.

I know. Strange right? To give a gift to people like that?

Hey  God does it all the time.

It’s called a smite…or is it smote.

Anyway, I got the idea from him.

So here it is:

I would like to be a hideous black eye.


 I would like to show up on some faces on Christmas Eve and sit there festering away until New Year’s Day.

That way we could spend some quality time discussing how we can both be better people and become a credit to the human race.


I’m just kidding about that part.


No, I just want to sit on someone’s eye and look awful and make people stare and wonder what the Hell is wrong with you- which is something I should have said a few times but didn’t.

Being a vicious black eye is my way of making up for that.


I know, this is a heck of a thing to say on Christmas Eve.

But it IS Christmas Eve.

I want to give something heartfelt and this is it.

A black eye.

A scary black eye that talks to you and burrows its way into your brain and talks and talks and talks and never shuts the heck up.

Trust me. You’ll live through it.

I have.


The rest of you get gift cards, candy and hugs.

Merry Christmas.