Wally Gee Willacres

Sometimes I forget the simple phrase like “a member of Congress who threatens sanctions will now be designated an official international economic terrorist and subject to prosecution to the full extent of the law” is more than the sum of the numerology values of its words.

I forget a lot of things.

I forgot that I left a bunch of scientists stranded in a subsubsubbasement corridor during reconstruction and then got their last laugh by posting a satirical blog entry called “My selfie.”

And here I thought I was hacked.  Hacked off is more like it.

They also got their next-to-last laugh by rigging a Leap Motion device in front of my neglected Robosapien, connecting its movements to the RS Media mechs in the streets of your town such that, sometime in the next few days, there will be a worldwide flash mob dance performed by what you always ignored as homeless alcoholic beggars.

The scientists promise complete chaos as it will appear they have hacked the minds of ordinary citizens, turning regular people into dance-happy zombies.

I mean, what’s next?  An uncontrollable orgy covering every home, school, office, hospital and farm?

If humans can be overtly convinced that they’re under the influence of hidden forces, dancing to the beat of invisible choreographers as seen on global TV/Internet channels…well, what’s to stop them from thinking about the subtle, subliminal, subversive influences that control their lives?

Remind me never to lose track of my scientists again.

The head of an ISP I recently talked with said she is thinking about running a background check on all her customers.  Instead of turning over email and account information to the government, she plans to delete the accounts of customers who work for the government, turning the power back over to the people.

I wished her luck.  “Live Free or Die” is a great motto but so is “United We Stand, Divided We Fall.”

Others worth considering:

Thanks to Abi at Madison Ballroom; Harold at KCDC; the head cowboy and his cowpokes (congrats to the one whose wife just had a 6-lb baby girl named Chloe) at Chuck Wagon BBQ.

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