Hopefully this won't turn out to be yet another lousy idea that goes south fast: due to no realistic way to preserve life on long-distance space travel, technology is developed to contain the spirits of the dead crew members on the space craft for journeys that take thousands of years. The ghosts of the crew carry on with the mission, trapped in the cell of the space craft and communicate with the Earth or whoever is funding the mission. Not unlike a computer program, the parameters and the characters never change and there is some consistency to the mission.
I like the idea. Seems fun, if nothing else. How to execute, though, the eternal dreaded question.
Got another 500 words on the zombie story yesterday but I was being less than productive yesterday, so it wasn't working out. God, I hate non-productive days. You tailspin all day and try and think of ways to make it work, but nothing short of slogging through it all gets you anywhere. Horrible experience.
Heard some woman on TV today say that she'd fight the H1N1 virus by eating vitamin C and staying positive. Good plan, leaves more for the rest of us. At least she'll go to her grave with rosy cheeks and orange-flavoured breath.
started re-reading On The Road yesterday and it's more fun now that I know all the stories behind Kerouac's random statements. However, you begin to realize that Kerouac really didn't write so much as he diaried his life. That gets boring because us people is real boring-like most of the time.
Image of Trish Konelsky crying loudly in the street after seeing Ed Norton give a kid a curby in some movie in the dark, shadowy past. Also, a parking garage stands out to me, towering next to us in the ever-freezing Calgary night.
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