Time And Space

Hello, dear reader!

I’d like to travel with you on a journey. A journey through time and space!

Which, if you think about it, is every journey. I mean, that’s the point, yeah? You start off somewhere, you end up somewhere else and it takes a certain portion of the moon's passage around the earth and the earth’s passage around the sun (handy constructs for the passage of time) to get there.

But that’s not the kind of time and space I’m talking about. I mean the more theoretical kind, the imaginative kind. I’m talking about Doctor Who.

And having lost a good chunk of my potential audience I’ll explain a bit further why.

Hold It!

Hello, dear reader!

This will be a short one.

I know. I’ve said that in the past. This time, however, I say it from necessity, and I mean it.

The reasons are twofold.

A Matter Of Wheel Importance

Hello, dear reader!

There are certain things in life which seem constant companions. Death and taxes is probably the most oft quoted of these inescapable facts of life, but there are others and, depending on who you are, your inescapable facts could be completely different to mine.

For instance, money might be more or less of an issue in your life than mine, as could health, or relationships, or, well quite frankly a million other concerns, annoyances, and considerations that seem baked into our existence.

For me, at this precise moment in time, my inescapable fact appears to be a less than robust wheelchair.

A Tale Of Two Sarahs

Hello, dear reader!

And welcome to the past.

Well, my own personal past, anyway. You see, as a happily married man, I’m used to living alongside another human being. I’m used to making room for another set of sensibilities, taking into account the habits, foibles, and, dare we say it, eccentricities of another living, breathing human being.

And tomorrow, for a sliver shy of 48 long hours, all that will be gone.

Offline

Hello, dear reader!

Did you ever see one of those films where ‘modern’ technology takes on a life of its own and goes on some kind of killing spree?

I’m talking Terminator, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Christine, The Matrix, AI, Unfriended, and, of course, Lawnmower Man 2: Beyond Cyberspace.

All these films along with countless books and T.V. shows deal with the theme. Are we too reliant on technology? Are we pushing it too far (I need to find a Chat GPT slasher. I’m sure it exists)? What happens when it all goes wrong?

This weekend—The weekend before Halloween (5: The Revenge of Michael Myers)—That question was finally answered.

In the interests of mental health and peace of your eternal soul, I should warn you that what follows is an ordeal beyond imagination. A tale of suffering without end. A tale fraught with a subtle, psychological horror that will stay with you long after you have closed down the laptop and gone to your bed.

You see, this weekend, the internet went down.