A Time To Go
5 years ago
Monday, February 4, 2008
Thoughts, part 2
I have another game I make up at work sometimes. If it's really slow I'll sit in my cubicle and envision a Lord of the Flies scenario if there is a nuclear explosion outside which totals the city and my fellow employees and I are forced to live the remainder of our days out in this building which, for some reason, is totally unaffected. I try and imagine who would take on the role as leader, who would supply the sperm so that we could keep the species going, who would be the first one we would eat, who would decide who got eaten? It's all so complicated.
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Oh, I've played this game before I just hadn't named it yet.
've always imagined, in the most serne environment...just...FLIPPING MY SHIT. Breaking through pure silence with a screech of, running through a department store and knocking down all of the dishes and wedding china.
Though, I've never done any of these things.
I wear glasses, so unless there are smokers, you'll need me to start fires. Not to mention my having The Conch.
I thought that everyone played this game.
We ate a co-worker once. It turned out not to be grounds for dismissal. The quality of the meat was punishment enough.
I can think of a few co-workers I'd like to eat. Well, maybe not eat but just bite in the face.
I wouldn't want any of my co-workers to procreate.
Ew.
Every time I think of Lord of the FLies, I think of the dominant male standing over all of the aesexual little uns and it just spooks me.
Too much sociobiological / Nietzschian dominance for the Spencarian crowd, but alas...
Have fun with your endworld scenario - hopefully, there won't be any piggie messes to clean up.
This is why I have the "oh shit, did you see that mushroom cloud" box.
Contents... 1 sams club jumbo can of cashews.
1 Large bottle of Jose Curveo.
I'm not gonna care it's ending.
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