Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Where were you when the lights went poof
You all remember back in Summer of 1993 when that wormhole opened and something crashed in the Mississippi Delta and, like, 99.9% of the human population just disappeared in a flash? And then all the American survivors got on a riverboat to head south, because there were clues that something down there was the cause? Also, living on water was safer, because at night, legions of strange and terrifying anthropomorphs swarmed over the land, seeking out and destroying any human life they could find in truly gruesome ways?
And, of course, Louise Miller and her brother Dan ended up of the boat as well, and there was Jodie, and her estranged husband, and when the pulses began and Dan found the book, and he ended up in the beam and saw the stored versions and the encroaching well - well, best not to dwell on that too long. Dan nearly drowned, what, three times? And that crazy thing with the anthropomorphs crushing themselves into the music store?
The chase through the mountains at night after the destruction of New Orleans (yeah, it only happened 14 years ago, so I don't know why everyone was so uptight about Katrina) was pretty freaky, but after the avatars of Jupiter and Saturn appeared in that shit-encrusted swamp shack? And the town-hall meeting with the pipes? And the Sheriff's card game? Maybe it was kind of too much, those campfire executions, but you know, things were different back then. After all, we all thought that we were the last survivors of the human race.
You don't remember? Really? Not even the Beachcomber? I'm still a little unclear on whether he was real or just a story I heard, but in either case, he was very old, and very, very tired, and all the other rooms he'd lived in weren't really all that warm, so he was kind of cold, to boot. So, he found his way South, too, when he got real enough to do so. Even though it seemed like Jupiter and Saturn were trying to stop him. Maybe his waveform was just stronger? Maybe we just didn't understand. But there were three possible routes, and somehow, we just ended up on the wrong one. That happens sometimes, when you're not paying close attention to your driving. And I still think Beachcomber did his best to get us back on to the main road. No matter what you think.
And all those junks, headed East. What was that about? They sure were moving fast, though. Gliding across the water, even without the wind. Those were fucked up.
And Dan Miller. Sure, he was a loser - an immature, misanthropic, racist, misogynistic, self-loathing and solipsistic twerp. But he did manage to save the world (we think), so that's got to count for something. And considering everything that happened to him before and after the end of the world, I think maybe he deserves a little sympathy. Not much, but some.
You really don't remember that at all? Jeez. Maybe you just slept through it. Or blocked it all out. But it'll come back to you. We were all there. You'll remember, someday. On the main road.
P.S.: Clicking those pictures might refresh your memory