Organ music. Entering the great hall. It's empty. Few lights. Nice, Baroque decor.

Jehovah separates the good people from the bad so the good people don't have to live with them anymore ('cause that's Hell). Then there's no more disease or pain or deformity or degradation or anything bad at all. Well, that's the ancient dream.

Tags: world view, writer's block

Welp, here's the thing. AAARRRrrrrggghhhh! I'm The Thing! Wwaaahhrrrrgghhh, errhggghhh, arrrghhhgwwaarrhhhh!

What do you do if you're having a bad millenium? 

This may sound stupid, but - me eat donuts through nose. Me like to look at sun, pee on own foot.

The local news continues to be a kind of radar screen with continuing periodic blips that represent: Domestic disputes. Suicide. Cops getting shot. Car jacking. Drug busts. Gun violence. Drunk drivers. Meth lab explosions. Attempted kidnappings. Child molesters. Online child porn busts. School and library programs that make learning fun. Sports. Weather. Local online forums are a gathering place for the same sort of characters who used to show up for public executions.   

I see no reason not to be straight with you; I've just received a message from King Oberon to return to my green Castle on Mars.