If I were a dragon
My triggers for “anticipation about a new TV program” may differ from others; there’s something coming up on CBC that uses Morse code in the trailer. How often does that happen?
To give you an idea about the relative obscurity, others in the room don’t even notice the bursts of data. Mind, that’s something that may not have changed much over the last half century. Unless the soundbite involved sinking ships, nobody even thought about it. I do, though. I’ve heard code in rock music, in movies, while listening to the radio (not so much, any more, since AM went away).
I’ll pass time until the start of the program by imagining life as a venture capitalist. After all, when I sit with the “dragons”, every idea has the potential to make me rich – at least for the first fifteen seconds or so. So many with the desire to be entreprenurially successful…
The man in a hat with a pitch to chase Sasquatch… might not be the best idea of the evening. Forgetting to back up your hard drive data (the photos) turned out to be a deal breaker.
Meanwhile, closer to home, we’ve started to pack more stuff. Gradually. No sense in sprinting and then sitting. Seriously, I’m torn between the recognition that nothing is going to happen if we don’t force more, but it’s hard to push my own back to move forward. Makes my muscles ache for little gain.
Random news story: “Huge cloud-like plumes have been spotted high above the surface of Mars, and astronomers have no idea what they are.” Hint: check out the HG Wells book, or the movie versions that are available. All will be made clear.
