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Dog Turds and Space Invasions
By admin | July 2, 2008
I was running up stairs thinking about how I was going to tell K what I knew. I mean, how do you break something like this?
I was privileged to take part in a meeting of people who were discussing a mass of space ships that had been noticed (with high-power telescopes) coming toward earth. They looked very like blood platelets and it was unclear if we were seeing what we thought we were seeing so we had to wait to be sure. I remember going into the meeting by a left-hand door that was like going into a back conference room at a hotel. When I went in, we all were in a very narrow room with an immensely long table with people sitting around all sides. There was a door straight ahead of me that I went through, turned to my right, and then went to another door to the same room further down the wall (which would be further down the table). As I walked toward the door I looked down and noticed that the floor was littered with large dog turds. I remember thinking about RT and saying to myself, “Oh, he hasn’t cleaned up after his dog again.” When I came back into the room (entered through another door) I was at a garage party. The table was still long and there were lots of people, but everyone was drinking beer. The atmosphere and purpose had changed.
Topics: Beer Parties, Conference Rooms, Dog Turds, Garage, Space Ships |