Even this, is prerecorded. Its too much to hide. Similies and metaphors are obsolete when it comes to the strangeness that will be the future. Apparently I decide what that future is.All our news, in this future, will come in the form of podcasts. The most dangerous effect of this, is of course, What day is it?

How easy to change the clocks so that we now have 25 hours in a day. How easy to skip a few choice days. Some people may count, but who will beleive them when every calendar and clock in the world is digital.

I go a bit far with this, but its the beginning of the future, this podcast wave. And I don’t dislike it. Its just that I worry about the actual “Live” news podcasts. How do we know that those aren’t faked? Or just from a year ago instead of right now.

More on this later. Right now, I have a bird sitting behind me. Our bird, Joey, can speak. I mean mimic. His singing sounds like us. He records words and phrases, said in our own voices, and repeats them back to us. He also runs back and forth between two mirrors, and bangs his head into each of them occasionally after he does so.
Its very eerie to hear the bird, he sounds like a little, handheld tape recorder that’s speaker is a bit blown out. Very strange.

And now, to writing.

Ooblah