Of course, the Vegan Tyranny. Just past the Yoga Confederacy, and perhaps sharing borders with the Gluten Free Republic.
- Sid
P.S. To be fair, this probably deserves a little more explanation:
Comments and observations on science fiction and fantasy.
“Dan, I'm not a Republic serial villain. Do you seriously think I'd explain my master-stroke if there remained the slightest chance of you affecting its outcome? I did it thirty-five minutes ago.”Because I often refer to previous material when I'm creating new content for the blog, I spend a certain amount of time going back through old postings so that I can link to the content. I also sometimes just re-read postings to see if there's anything I want to change, or just to check for typos. I was paging back through the content at the end of last month when I stopped for a thoughtful moment at a slightly melancholy posting entitled, Or Vanilla Coke and Barbecue Lays which featured a photo of a rainy day mental health getaway for the jaded geek.
Ozymandias, Watchmen
It's time to play the music
It's time to light the lights
It's time to meet the Muppets
On the Muppet Show tonight
Theme song lyrics, The Muppet Show
"Hi ho, Kermit the Frog here..." |
Wilkins and Wontkins. This will end badly for Wontkins. |
"I've got a dream too, but it's about singing and dancing and making people happy. That's the kind of dream that gets better the more people you share it with."Or, as Walter the Muppet points out 32 years later in The Muppets:
"As long as there are singing frogs and joking bears, Swedish chefs and boomerang fish, the world can't be such a bad place after all."
Do I want to know what the sea writes, she thought, but at the same time she was already reading the foam, which although in vaguely cuneiform blobs was perfectly legible as she walked along beside it. "Yes," it read, "esse hes hetu tokye to' ossusess ekyes. Seham hute' u."Utterly without my planning it, my subconscious mind had selected my second-hand copy of Le Guin's award winning The Left Hand of Darkness as reading material for the day. The previous owner had apparently been using it as a study text for a course of some sort (or was an extraordinarily thoughtful reader*) and as such my copy was liberally decorated with marginalia and annotations that illustrated the more significant themes and motifs of the novel. When it was announced that Ms. Le Guin would be available for autographs after the event, I somewhat nervously decided to get in line with my battered book.
"Revolution is everywhere, in everything. It is infinite. There is no final revolution, no final number.
- Yevgeny Zamyatin