Survival of the Germ-Infested. (Plus Jack Bauer Who Will Continue Repositioning Satellites Until He Gets His Way.)
I had a dream last night about scaling the walls at Disneyland, trying to sneak into Pirates of the Caribbean but ending up in someone's secret Disney-encapsulated backyard instead. When I woke up I started thinking... what if when Walt was hustling around, snatching up property for the DL Project, there was one old wire-haired terrier of a man who refused to sell out his homestead? Team Disney would have had no choice but to sigh and build up around him, rubberizing and purple-painting his house to blend in with Main Street USA. So that shaky dirty blacksmith down by the Haunted Mansion who's always storming around outside of his shop with a Winchester yelling at mouse-eared toddlers to get the hell off his lawn? Yeah. Not on the payroll.
CW, you'll appreciate this: I was reading the January edition of Esquire yesterday, specifically a series of interviews with actors and scientists and other notable public figures called, "What I've Learned". Clive Davis, James Watson, Alan Arkin... it was an entertaining feature. And after I read all about what Forest Whitaker has learned, I flipped the page... to Jack Bauer.
"What I've Learned," by Jack Bauer:
"So many times when I thought there was no more time, there was." Sing it,
Jack.
In completely unrelated news, I just pulled a rubber foot off the bottom of my laptop and popped it in my mouth. So every surface-- every tray table at thirty-thousand feet, every generic desk, every pair of pants, every sticky bar, every "here, hold this for me a second"-- this computer's ever touched? Welcome to my insides!
I pose a valid argument against natural selection despite my best intentions.
