My Alternate Reality - Part 2

As I stumbled into the main cabin to power up the ship's fragile reactor, I could still smell the stench from last night's failure. The aroma of panic and the fear of indecision that led us to this point left its aftertaste lingering like an unbathed prostitute who no longer cared. At one point in time this craft was the pride of the Enceladus Class cruisers, alas no longer. Even prior to last night's debacle (an ignominious failure, to put it mildly) the time cruiser had seen its better days. But even so, with competent leadership, it was a force to be reckoned with. However in this day and age, competent leadership is a lost art and that was proven again, last night. At least I don't have to deal with their corpses, Vladimir Syonkia, his troops and their SDC-13's (Spontaneous Combustion Destabilizers, Model #13) saw to that. The SDC-13 is a very advanced weapon that vaporizes any time travelers who are not in their own time period and simply obliterates the mind of those who happened to be in the wrong place at the right time (so to speak). This explains the look of shock in the eyes of the homeless Tamroidian we befriended at the bar last week, still shivering on the floor, under the navigation panel. Had I arrived back from my explorer pod a few minutes earlier (when they were departing) I would be dust as well. Instead I am the lone survivor of a crew of 137 who needs to find a way to bring this craft home or to be lost forever in a galaxy that time has forgotten, that existed before my time. 

To be continued....

© Copyright 2023 by Michael Hopkins

My Alternate Reality - Part 1

My alternate reality is festering with rats and it’s thick with the malodorous odor of bullshit. Although, I have to give these swine credit, as they have a penchant for precise timing and keeping their game hidden among the rotting feces they warm themselves with. It would be easy for me to play their game and luer their unsuspecting docile minds into a trap that reveals them for what they are… however, it wouldn't be as entertaining. Instead I choose to sit back and watch their self destruction. Anyway, who am I to save a ship that is listing in the frigid waters of the problematic. I'm just a temporary servant to these false narratives and my best days are ahead of me. So sleep well you little narcissistic rodents. Sleep and feast today, for your time is coming soon. Unfortunately, I won't be able to partake in that spectacle, as my time is coming sooner.

© Copyright 2023 by Michael Hopkins

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Questions

Last Friday evening around 9pm, a care flight was involved in a fatal accident, approximately 45 miles south of the Reno/Tahoe International Airport. Following is the link to the story, as reported by the New York Times 

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/02/25/us/nevada-care-flight-plane-crash.html

First off, I'd like to extend my condolences to the family and friends of those lost in this accident. Most of us have experienced loss and I'm sure all of our hearts go out to these individuals. 

The reason I've brought up this accident is that it occurred close to my home in Reno, Nevada. Also, the fact that when I start my day at 3am, I've often seen the type of aircraft that was involved in the accident (a Pilatus PC-12), landing at Reno/Tahoe International Airport. Whether or not, I've seen the same aircraft landing (that was involved in the accident), I can't say for sure sure, but it was definitely the same type of aircraft. The Pilatus PC-12 is very noticeable aircraft landing in the darkness. It has a very unique set of lights that remind me of something out of the movie, Men in Black.

I've often been intrigued by what we leave behind, when we are no longer physically here. Do we retrace what we did before we left, trying to figure out what happened? I know that when I make mistakes, I retrace the steps leading up to that mistake trying to learn from my mistakes. 

“In a 1948 speech to the House of Commons, Churchill paraphrased Santayana when he said ‘Those who fail to learn from history are condemned to repeat it.’ 

International Churchill Society

Of course after we’re gone, we can't repeat it…or can we? 

I believe in the afterlife. Something which I can't prove, its just a feeling. Some believe that if there are ghosts or spirits that walk among us, they are doing so, because they are trying to figure out what went wrong. Why was their life taken away? If this is true, does this mean that in the afterlife, can we figure out what went wrong? Would we rest easier knowing? It’s an interesting question. I believe that if spirits (ghosts) walk among us, they valued life to the extent, that they came back. Maybe in the afterlife, they can come back and share their love of life with us? Wouldn't it be nice?

Manfanilow

My name is Michael and I am a Fanilow. What is a "Fanilow"? Well, according to the Urban Dictionary…

"A woman, usually 40+ years of age, who is completely and unexplainably obsessed with Barry Manilow".

Well, that definition worries me…

However, being a man who is completely secure in his manhood and given the fact that I love the music of Barry Manilow, maybe I’m a Manfanilow? I first heard Barry's music in the 1970's, while I was in high school. It was never "cool" in high school to like Barry Manilow's music, it was akin to liking ABBA (and by the way, I freaking love ABBA as well). It was cool to like KISS, Boston, AC/DC and others of that ilk, however, back then as I am today, I didn't care what others thought of me or my tastes and musically that includes Barry Manilow.

So here my ode to Barry Manilow ..

 

Cautious Optimism

As the snow flies, I'm contemplating the odds of this relic of aviation fueling engineering that I'm driving,  to continue to fulfill its purpose in life by continuing to fuel aircraft (such as the 757 below, that currently has my attention). 

This relic is the last of the remaining dinosaurs that have roamed the Daily Planet since fate brought me here (almost 4 years ago). How ironic would it be that this dinosaur's death would occur on the same day as my rebirth? I'm contemplating the odds…Of course my rebirth hasn't occurred yet (but trust me, it's close). However, this last remaining descendent (at least temporarily) of 1904 American aviation jet fuel transporting ingenuity (filled with not quite 10,000 gallons of extremely combustible Jet fuel and held together with a minimum of 750,000 rolls of duct tape) has seen better days (at least it has heat). 

As you can tell, I'm feeling cautiously optimistic. I'm also feeling a bit guilty, as I really have no basis for, cautious optimism. 

Once again, the ole cerebral matter is piling up drawings that I have created mentally and not yet physically. As such I need to put pen to paper this weekend because my brain is giving me notices that it's storage is nearly full. Although I could tell you what I'm going to be creating,  I technically can't. because that would break the rules and ruin the surprise…gotta follow the rules, gotta draw...

P.S. Always check out my links on the right side of my blog for awesomely cool stuff!

Talk to you soon!

 

Is Blogging Dead?

Is blogging dead?

That's the consensus among those I've discussed this question with recently. From those discussions, I've surmised that the main reason for the declining health of blogging, is because of YouTube (video killed the blog-eio star) and the fact that people would prefer to watch videos as opposed to getting the same information via reading a blog. Is this because people are becoming lazy or are videos more entertaining? I would hope for our societies sake, that it's the latter. However, from my casual observations of the ever increasing plethora of idiots around me, laziness is on the rise.

While pondering the death of blogs, I've considered doing away with my blog and replacing it with a video blog. However, being the introvert that I am, I have been unable to pull the trigger on that decision (and contribute to the demise of the frontal lobe in our society). Not saying I won't make that decision, however for now, I'm in a holding pattern.

At the same time, another decision I'm contemplating (in an effort to increase sales) is offering free shipping at my online store, The Michael Hopkins Caricatures Online Store. What’s holding up that decision is whether or not it would actually increase sales or just increase my costs? Decisions…decisions. Which brings up the question, is it better to make an incorrect decision than to make no decision at all, over the fear of making an incorrect decision??

While going through some old storage boxes recently, I came across some old caricatures I created back in the 1990's. So, I submit your viewing pleasure, a few...

Michael Hopkins Caricatures Classics!

(my apologies to those who don't know who the following people are...ask Google)

                        

                         Larry Bird

George Burns 

Jerry $einfeld

Jack Kemp and Bob Dole

Talk to you soon....

Michael