Always Darkest
[Barny Cusp] I haven’t got much time to write this. Even as we speak (for is this not speech - though it be removed by time, space and the electronic frontier?) plans… schemes, perhaps… are in motion to deny me my physic-given right to electricity. Once more, diabolical agents of change move, like sharks circling something they want to eat, about my neighbourhood. Their beady eyes fix upon lightpoles, transformers, circuits. They see beneath the rubber sheathing to the potential underneath. The electrical potential!
Huh? Oh, right - the post. Gotcha. They’re turning the power off again here. Last time I posited that it was to install enormous robots and so far I have seen nothing to dissuade me of that notion. Guess this’ll give me the time I need to go to shops and try to think of things to get for people for Xmas. I’m terrible at shopping but at least by this time I usually have a small, scribbled list of ideas. This year the cupboard (which is actually a notebook) is bare (this bit of the analogy is fine). I’m also reminded that I shouldn’t have explanations in parentheses thatare longer than the actual sentence.
Holy smokes! Comic!*
*Dammit, I spelled ‘license’ as “liscence” in the comic. I blame society.