Monday, August 31, 2009

Another Mouth to Feed

Today's blog brings a cautionary tale.
it was a normal first day, as first days go. I found my classes. I met new people. met old people. found new friends and the occasional, and oddly surprising old friends. its one thing when you recognize your old efy roomate but compleately different when you see your councelor in your swim class.
So I get home. dorm/home. you know what I mean. roomie's gone as usual but someone was in my bed!
Normally this would bring out the Baby bear in me: "Some's sleeping in MY bed! And they're still there!"
but this guy was different. or similar?
how cool is that?? So I woke him/me up and was like Dude! and he/me was like Whats up bro! it was like George of the Jungle in the dressing room finding his long lost brothers in the mirrors. We were pretty much mirror images of eachother. as a matter of fact we WERE mirror images of eachother. he even brought a guitar! of course his was left handed but it was cool. we played a little Whitesnake/Journey/Zeppelin meddly untill our picks melted.

After the epic twin guitar solos, what was left but a congradulatory self-five?


if there is ANY thing I was supposed to remember at that point its:

never, EVER high five your mirror duplicate. He's probably an antipartical being. its a legit thing. I quote from, A Brief History of Time

"We now know that every particle has an antiparticle, with which it can annihilate. There could be whole antiworlds and antipeople made out of antiparticles. However, if you meet your antiself, don't shake hands! You would both vanish in a great flash of light."

-Stephen W. Hawking

When we high fived, our hands vanished into a sparkling cloud of improbabilities. "Well thats not good" we said in unison. Then the cloud grew, and colapsed on itself, creating a worm hole into 3D. sorry not like "Third Dimention" 3D, HA! I wish! no this was the Double Dragon Dimention, 3D for short. but the confusion is understandable. Its the places were the people in mirrors live, where broken records play forever, where even white rabits flat out refuse to dig their holes, where your social security number is on sale to the higest bidder. The hole grew, sucking everything into it, including us. but in the middle of the flash, I realized I still had my guitar, as did my double. freeing our hands, we pulled the most massive, instantanious rock off. but we did not rock as foes. we rocked as brothers. Everything turned plaid and I blacked out
Next thing you know, I woke up on the floor. and everything was back to normal. well. ALMOST everything...

we rocked so hard, we corked the gap in spacetime and got all our stuff back. slowly normal color came back to reality but there was a few side affects.
But I think we can do it. we already have so much in common


MarySue said...

Clever; very clever.

Hezstone said...

I think I just wet myself. I need to show this when she says she is sick of being the ONLY child. Thanks!!

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