Got Aaron on ICQ and asked him if he had a book nearby. Asked him to turn to page 132, third paragraph, fifth word in.
“People”
Where do I go with that? I mean, that can go just about anywhere.
Google offered me Yahoo! People Search, formerly 411 White Pages, and claims to help Discover Great Singles Near me.
Bah. No help there. I’m on my own.
I think people, for the most part, were a good idea. Sure we’ve kicked the hell out of the planet that gives us life, and we treat each other like shit, but if I might indulge my selfishness for a sec, I’m pretty durn glad I’m not an amoeba. I can’t imagine amoebas would throw very impressive parties. And I’m betting that they don’t get a lot of variety in their diet. And when was the last time you met an amoeba that could hold your attention with crazy stories from his misspent youth? I mean, have you ever seen a good amoeba movie?
Clearly, my enlightening insight into the vast oceans of thought on the subject of “people” is not destined to be. At least not tonight.
Pulling the cord then.
OK, weird. I just did that with an old Literary Theory text from UVic… the word was “human”.
“Human”, “people”…? WEIRD.