the Golden Record

First thing first: I'm taking the rest of the election off.

Screw it. I despise the candidates, I remember Thatcher and Reagan and Nader, and it doesn't appear that people ever learn, so screw it. Someone will get elected, we'll all have to pay this bill no matter who it is, the money people will move numbers around, there will be fingerpointing and cheering and people will die over it.

There is not one single damned thing I can do about any of it, so it can go to hell. Someone tell me who wins. Officially out of this election. Have at it, species. I'll be over here, writing.

There. Done with that.

Writing....yes. I'm actually working on a short story, science fiction of all things (working title is "Our Lady of Red Dust", but that may change). The spur was the recent kerfuffle about the "statue" on Mars; lady or rock?

Researching what I wanted to know, I found myself wandering through the Voyager Golden Record information website, and manoman, it kicks ass. The thing that really got me was the one piece of rock and roll included: "Johnny B. Goode", Chuck Berry's own version.

I'm having serious fun with this stuff in the context of the short story.