Adventures
in Poetry
with
Copyright
Dr. Wes
Browning
On the Med-Train
Some of you may have noticed that last issue I took a tiny "vacation". I know what you think. You think all us folks at the Real Change are getting rich off the homeless, living in mansions in Medina, and vacationing in the Bahamas, because the officials there look the other way when rich folks like us "light up", if you know what I mean.HA! You DON'T know what I mean! I don't get paid squat for these so-called columns, and my vacation was in fact a med-induced nightmare!
Yep. I'm on the med-train. I'm on meds. Or am I in-between my meds? Only my state authorized psychiatrist knows for sure, assuming she catches me when I'm in-between symptoms. But others of you may be wanting to know - hey Wes, since when you talk to aliens?
Good question!! It all has to do with the internet! A few weeks ago my state authorized psychiatrist ordered me to take new meds that make me drowsy, and drowsy. Instantly, give or take weeks, the following message appeared on the internet in front of my face:
The Big Bang is often described as a big bang. After a bang every thing should be moving away from every other thing. But my high school physics teacher told us collisions happen. How can that be?
From pity I responded as follows:
"Let me try to penetrate your thick cranium. First, there was nothing. Then there was 2.356x10 to the who-knows-how-much kilograms of stuff. According to the (known to be false in this context) theory of Albert "Bertle" Einstein: when stuff appears out of nowhere, space comes with it, stuck to the stuff. At first the space is all curled up in a little ball. But then it spreads out really really fast. But some of it, near the really big chunks of stuff, doesn't spread out so much. That's where stuff gets caught in the corners of the space and bumps together."
Some time later I noted the following note from Anitra (On whose kitchen floor I have slept) Freeman:
To summarize Dr. Browning, the galaxies are running away from each other, but some of them don't run fast enough.
"Since when do galaxies run?" I thought. "Galaxies have no legs, they can't run!" I thought. No sooner did I think that, then I received the following in my "in"box:
This is your Universal Internet news update of the day:Number of hits to our site yesterday: 235,696,777.
Breakdown: 235,696,767 hits estimated to have been due to electromagnetic fluctuations resulting from a gravitational wave disturbance propagated by a minor spiral galaxy which two days ago inexplicably sprouted tiny little legs and began running around aimlessly.
10 hits from a planet called "Earth".
There were also ten messages recorded on our office voicemail. Nine said "How in hell do I get off this galaxy?"
One message said "Mrs. Elroy P. Feelgood, widow of the late Mr. Elroy P. Feelgood, formerly of Pissatchoo, WA, and now living in Miami Beach, Florida, wishes to announce that she will be one hundred years young tomorrow, God willing. Otherwise, she will be survived by her good-for-nothing lazy bum son, John."
Our message to Mrs. Feelgood: "Get a life!" As for the rest of you, "The trick is rubbing two sticks together," and, " How many times must we have to repeat that?"
In other news, there were 953,465,368 supernovas yesterday, killing roughly 10 to the 25 sentient lifeforms. Traffic was light, weather moderate, visibility 11 billion light-years in most directions.
Sports news: The much ballyhoo-ed Universal Reverse Time Travel Races were called off today owing to the failure of the participants to comply with known physical laws. A committee was formed to investigate. We have however learned that ticketholders who had been planning to watch the races from the finish line were reimbursed approximately one million years ago.
Our happy news of the day: You can still read this!
There you go... I hope that clarifies matters...