Showing posts with label pollution. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pollution. Show all posts

Monday, February 9, 2009

Atlantissues

Atlantis.
Tissues.
Atlantissues.

You have to sneeze.
But the Kleenex are nowhere to be found.

Absent.
Scented.
Abscented.

You know you bought some. You have evidence.
A receipt. A bag from the store.
But no sign of the actual items.

Clues.
Useless.
Cluseless.

Not that it's a huge deal. You could use toilet paper, or a paper towel, or a napkin, but you shouldn't have to.
It's the principle of the thing.
Capitalism might not be perfect, but it's all we've got right now.
And you spent the money. Where did the Kleenex go?*

You start to cry.
Great.
Now you need even more Kleenex.

Mystery.
Teary-eyed.
Mysteary-eyed.


* Answer: beneath the ocean, stolen by fish-people from Atlantis.

They also have all the socks that went missing from your dryer.

(They can't even use any of these things.
They just take them out of spite.
Because they don't have what we have, and they want it.
They want to be where we are. Walking around on those, what do you call them, feet.**

Or maybe they just want us to stop dumping our pollution on top of them.
And eating their friends and Jamaican musical instructors.)


** That's what they want the socks for. Wishful thinking.

Laundry.
Dreams.
Laundreams.

Which makes them cry and need the tissues.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Snoozone

Snooze.
Ozone.
Snoozone.

You snooze, the planet loses.

Actually, if people did more snoozing and less working at releasing chemicals into the atmosphere, then the planet would win.

You're awake, the planet aches.

Awake.
Ache.
Awache.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Laptopia

Laptop.
Utopia.
Laptopia.

As of today, my household* has the same number of working laptops as it does people that I care about.

This is big news.
Meaning if this news were reported on CNN.com, my girlfriend and I could both read it at the same time, without her getting annoyed that I'm reading over her shoulder to see the big news on my laptop.

We can do synchronized blogging (increasing efficiency and productivity), we can g-chat with each other from across the room (decreasing both noise pollution and the personal touch of a conversation), we can race to see who can find out useless information quicker (decreasing efficiency and productivity)...

We can do it all!



* Apartmenthold, technically.

Apartment.
Mental.
Apartmental.