Just Pat

"...all language about everything is analogical; we think in a series of metaphors. We can explain nothing in terms of itself, but only in terms of other things." (Dorothy Sayers, Mind of the Maker, 1941)

: Name: Pat; Location: West Michigan

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Matrix Quotes I've Abused

"It's the question that drives us, Neo"

"Okey dokey.. free my mind. Right, no problem, free my mind, free my mind, no problem, right..."

"I imagine that right now you're feeling a bit like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole."

"Never send a human to do a machine's job."

"It's like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad..."

"Choice. The problem is choice."

"Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? "

"I know Kung Fu."

"You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inert, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it."

"I still like candy."

"There is no spoon."

"You didn't come here to make a choice, you've already made it. You're here to try to understand why you made it."

"Buckle your seatbelt, Dorothy, cuz Kansas is going bye-bye."

"You take the blue pill, the story ends...you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland and I'll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes."

"Welcome to the desert of the real."

"Good! Adaptation, improvisation, but your weakness is not your technique."

"What is real? How do you define real? If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then real is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain."

"Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself."

Sunday, April 02, 2006

Alas, Poor Pat

I have seen my end. It is senseless and dark, and happens in the Meijer parking lot.

I walk toward the store entrance. A BMW convertible illegally crosses three aisles of parking spaces at 30 miles an hour. The driver prats into her cell phone, clipping me, sending me flailing, flying helplessly into the cart coral. Oblivious of the world around her, completely focused on her important call, my flight is unnoticed.

As I perish, she parks. Faintly I hear "Okay, I'm here babe. Gotta go!" Bleep.

The world around me fades to black. My hand slips slowly from the toppled grocery cart and lands limp and lifeless on an in-store ad for Sprint Wireless.

4 Comments:

Captainwow said...: there must be something about meijers parking lots and people in expensive cars and cellphones.
what happened? was this a dream?; 3:16 PM
Pat said...: Yeah, you had a Meijer's encounter with cell phone big truck long legs chic, right?
I've just had a lot of incidents lately where I'm delayed, suddenly stopped and/or terrified by drivers who are either too focused on their call or can't manage a cell phone and a steering wheel at the same time. Yesterday at Meijer's I had one of those moments. I'm developing a true repulsion for cell phone use behind the wheel.; 5:38 PM
Captainwow said...: I'm remembering the time you called me on the cell and we were each going the opposite way on 96 so I waved at you. Suddenly realizing I was waving with one hand and holding my cell phone with the other - no hands on the wheel!! AAAACK! stupid.

anyway.... it was fun though.; 8:07 PM
Pat said...: Yes, that was fun! What is getting under my skin is in-town traffic.; 8:34 AM