Since I had nothing better to do, I watched War of the Worlds, which my brother left behind. It passed the time. It looked good. It had a lame ending. It felt like Signs ran into Independence Day on the street, compared notes re: alien invasion, and then both parties walked away after promptly forgetting what the other said. Seriously, when will people realize that if extraterrestrial life does contact humanity, we're either gonna be going through the most difficult phase of diplomacy we've ever encountered, or we'll be either red smears, test subjects, or slaves in no time flat? As I, and thousands more, have previously said: if they've got the technology to reach a planet millions of light-years from their own, they can do pretty much what they please with us.
The moral of the story is to keep a firearm in your home, so that you can kill your family and yourself before you become even more enslaved than you already are by modern capitalism.
And on that note, it's time for a super-fast snack before bed.
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