Even the immortals can weary of their duties.
Everybody wants to be a hero; everybody wants to live an adventure. Then again, what a job.
Dare to dream.
Tarpley, Matt. Mary Death. 28 April 2015.
Every once in a while, it occurs to me to wonder about what seems a recurring fault in futurist speculation, and that is the tendency to translate what other people might think or feel in terms of what we see. It works the same way when looking at history; we can rest assured the Founding Fathers were not consciously calculating just how evil they could be while taking the piss in the form of a Three-Fifths “compromise”.
And then I remind myself that, in the end, the consideration is of setups and punch lines in comic strips, which takes some of the sting out of it.
But then one might point out that it is the twenty-first century, and our social mores often seem tethered to the 1950s. You know, in the glorious world of the future, will there really be a journalistic cottage industry dedicated to exposing the sex lives of celebrities? Of course there will.
And so on.
It is easy enough to talk oneself out of hope.
Tomorrow, Tom. This Modern World. Daily Kos Comics. 24 November 2014.
Weiner, Zach. Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal. 24 November 2014.