If It Aint Dick it Aint Worth It...

Once again, we have the misfortune of watching science fiction lose its face to the new technologies. From Spielberg and his automatic poetry generator report to Dick Gibsons The Minority Resort, and with Philip Stephens Surveyscam and Warrior k. Universals Ratio, it looks like the grammy's and movie oscars have become nothing if not an homage to the ability of humans to create creative machine wub gurble. I prefer Chuang Tzu myself, who points out that all we can do is mimic nature in the end anyway. So why stress all this stuff? It seems we just need something to do to keep busy. Which isnt too bad. Here in America,land of over productivity of stuff like useless garfield mugs and prettier and prettier cans for our sardines to come in, we got it easy. If we're worried about food, a 3 pound bag of chips is just 99 cents on sale at the corner market. I think its all part of the building of a gas station convenience store on every street corner which is driving this productivity. Hopefully we'll be able to see upcoming movies like star wars III : attack of the clones and The Minority Report from our front porch when those russian and chinese investors put that moon-size low orbit movie screen theyve been talking about for 50 years up. Heres lookin at you kid... just make sure it crashes down off australia or somewhere unpopulated please. We dont need any more frozen radioactive waste balls falling from airplanes, we already have all that now.