Sliding through to another day's promise.

As a midweek thought, things weren't bad. Quick, slow, or otherwise, I made it through to the end of the day. I finished Watchmen. That's a damn scary book. I can see immediately why it won a Hugo. It's that good. And it leaves you to think. Because in my mind, while the clock may have moved back a bit, even there, in that world, the villain failed. He didn't necessarily live to see it, but he failed just the same. At least, if things continued along like they have here. It'd be an interesting thing to speculate and write a future history of that world. A good recommendation from those people who said it was worth reading. Now, I'll just ponder the ramifications of the whole thing. And quake with fear.

Especially considering that pacifism doesn't always work as a protest method.

Not in relation: Another person seems to notice that children's authors have some very adult punchlines. I like the connection being drawn between those two. Reminds me of watching Looney Tunes as a child, and then again as an adult - oh, the jokes I missed just by being young. And the ones that zip right over the young now. Luckily, they're like boomerangs - they come back to you eventually.

Read a little bit more of the Star Wars and Philosophy books. They're probably candy compared to what Real Philosophers do, but they're just right for me - I like exploring things without having to bog down in the details too much. It'll get me into trouble when I try to explain anything to someone who knows what they're talking about, but if they're friendly, I'll just use it to further my own limited understanding. Anyway, short entry. Perhaps as an apology for the monstrosities I've cooked up before. Going to bed. (Fragging temple throbs aren't going away, just upping and reducing their intensity.)

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