The flashing cursor is here taunting me again.

Some days I see its existence and some days I’m completely inside my thoughts, barely aware of the world around me except as a set of external clues for triggering my writing out put.

In one of my safe houses that I’ve exposed to official authorities for a misleading raid, spider webs have been coated with a deadly powder.  Either that, or the powder is a type of tracking device so my associates can figure out who the faceless raiders are in real life and adjust future-prediction algorithms accordingly.

We’re feeding a regular conspiracy to the clueless, inducing news outlets to produce stories about a potential global financial default/disaster after which the World Currency is introduced to save our species from itself.

Gotta keep the people occupied with something, after all, while we manipulate the petty lives of worthless minions.

Sorry, wrong sentence – we need all seven billion of us to accomplish great achievements, I meant to say.

Do you shop from the Lillian Vernon catalogue or the Neiman Marcus catalogue or don’t even know what catalogue shopping is all about?

Yesterday, while viewing a blockbuster version of a Corman flick, throwing out a yuppy coupon to stare at images flashing on a flat wall, I asked myself why I’m waiting to die.

Why have I let myself live in a relationship where I fear and anticipate what my spouse is going to say next to me?

I forget who I am in those moments.

Am I a humourist? A journalist? A diarist? Leader of the secret association that controls the globe? Simply a set of states of energy that hasn’t reproduced itself?

Why have pinched nerves in my spinal column turned the prospect of sex into a torture chamber routine?

Putting religion aside, ignoring moral/ethical teaching of my elders, if life has no purpose other than life, why am I here?

While some industrialists want to create works of art out of office buildings, a la “The Fountainhead,” (see recent Steve Jobs news articles), I am left here to ask the simple question, “One, let the skin cancer on my belly continue to grow and kill myself slowly; two, take an afternoon nap and turn off my conscious train of thought, or; three, kill myself quickly?”

Yes to the first two.

Something interesting always turns up in one form of Muse or another amusing form, which I’ll consume and discard after describing in words.

Instant gratification for the long haul – that’s me.

Time for a forgettable lunch and a snooze.

Today’s the day for being a cranky middle-aged guy and that’s okay – no causes to support and no activists or news stories to make fun of.

Do you believe there is such thing as an independent country anymore?

Or do you believe there is such thing as a local lawmaker who can make a difference?

I’ve listened to the hate-filled and diverting divisionists.

It’s time to examine the past to understand how to better explain to you the great future ahead of us:

1. History in the making
2. Sleeping with the history makers is the only answer

And while you were sleeping through the made-for-reality-TV news, here’s what you shouldn’t have missed.

Entertainment – what would we do without it?

I’m an uninformed voter when I want to be – how about you?

Do I know what a middle class is if class designation exists only as a concept and not as a subset with clearly defined borders?

[A thanks to Lilian, Debbie and Brenda, before I forget.]

We plant lie detection equipment in buildings with ease; in fact, as easily as teenagers who might use their home science kits and twitter/SMS to spread E. coli surreptitiously without declaring themselves an official group of any sort.

That way, just as Russian ATMs can tell if you are who you sink you are, we can ensure we know you answer surveys with as much truth as possible.

If not…

For starters, we remove those from public office who fail the middle-class test, whatever that is, because they failed to maintain the illusion of public trust.

Then we create stock market “futures” in which we eliminate those who’ve created speculative future bubbles and are no longer necessary for our future.

A corporate body is easy to eliminate – no one has ever been arrested for murdering a corporation.  Therefore, no need to worry about bloody clothes or murder weapons to destroy.

You’ll never see a show called “CSI:M&A,” huh?

Hard to imagine Sam Waterston pursuing predatory company raiders.

Meanwhile, I’ve got a future to tell you, one less ominous and more positive/promising than doomsday newspaper/magazine headlines screaming for your subscriptions lead you to believe.

Every moment has its potential – let’s put our resources into making the next moment fun, relaxing and enjoyable.