It's The Future!
New Year's turned out to be quiet and lovely, as Carey's supervisors saw fit to let her knock off work early, allowing us a nice little New Year's Eve dinner at Utopia. A little champagne toast and Hello 2005.
2005. Cripes.
When I was a wee lad, I collected Transformers (and I still believe those things to be the single most brilliant toy idea for boys ever conceived). At the height of Transformer Mania, the manufacturers decided that the action figures, the weekday cartoons and the limitless barrage of other crap bearing the Transformers logo weren't quite enough... it was time for Transformers: The Movie.
Needless to say, I pestered my parents until they agreed to drop me off at the theater with my sister. The lights went down and I was truly in Nerd-Boy Heaven. One of the things I remember most about the movie was the opening scene: spaceships flying, people walking around in hi-tech body armor, cities that transformed into gigantic robots, machines with personalities. And the narrator spoke...
"It is the year 2005..."
That's right, I thought, that's exactly right. 2005. The Future. Flying cars and space travel are par for the course in 2005. I'd probably be married with children, working in some crazy techno-job for a company that manufactures portable nuclear reactors to power our jet packs and teleport devices. I will visit the moon. I will wear anti-grav boots. I will type my dinner order into a console in the kitchen and watch it pop out of the wall, piping hot, seconds later. Robots will dress me and brush my teeth every morning. Knowledge will come in pill form.
I will friggin' walk on air.
And while it's not everything I expected, I'm glad to be here. My car doesn't fly, but it's pretty fast. No anti-grav boots or insti-meals, but I do have a cell phone, an iPod and high-speed internet access that comes in pretty handy.
No kids, but I do have a wife that makes me happy to be alive.
It'll do.
By the way, since it's become a New Year's tradition, I woke up on January 1 and dashed off a sketch, first thing in the morning. It's Optimus Prime up there. Click to enlarge.
And have a great 2005.
2005. Cripes.
When I was a wee lad, I collected Transformers (and I still believe those things to be the single most brilliant toy idea for boys ever conceived). At the height of Transformer Mania, the manufacturers decided that the action figures, the weekday cartoons and the limitless barrage of other crap bearing the Transformers logo weren't quite enough... it was time for Transformers: The Movie.
Needless to say, I pestered my parents until they agreed to drop me off at the theater with my sister. The lights went down and I was truly in Nerd-Boy Heaven. One of the things I remember most about the movie was the opening scene: spaceships flying, people walking around in hi-tech body armor, cities that transformed into gigantic robots, machines with personalities. And the narrator spoke...
"It is the year 2005..."
That's right, I thought, that's exactly right. 2005. The Future. Flying cars and space travel are par for the course in 2005. I'd probably be married with children, working in some crazy techno-job for a company that manufactures portable nuclear reactors to power our jet packs and teleport devices. I will visit the moon. I will wear anti-grav boots. I will type my dinner order into a console in the kitchen and watch it pop out of the wall, piping hot, seconds later. Robots will dress me and brush my teeth every morning. Knowledge will come in pill form.
I will friggin' walk on air.
And while it's not everything I expected, I'm glad to be here. My car doesn't fly, but it's pretty fast. No anti-grav boots or insti-meals, but I do have a cell phone, an iPod and high-speed internet access that comes in pretty handy.
No kids, but I do have a wife that makes me happy to be alive.
It'll do.
By the way, since it's become a New Year's tradition, I woke up on January 1 and dashed off a sketch, first thing in the morning. It's Optimus Prime up there. Click to enlarge.
And have a great 2005.
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