the time is now

it was, by normal definitions, a long day today. it was normal, eventful in the uneventful way. moments flew by while i lived and breathed. and i knew what i missed: i missed the sun.

so i went for my daily hot chocolate with gusto in the morning along with my colleagues when the coffee van played its Godfather tune - the sun was bright and i loved it, stood in it like a lizard basks in the sun. my big boss bought me my hot chocolate and a colleague offered me his banana bread. baked my cheeks a caramel-apple pink, and i was happy.

work was alright. took a break from one task to complete another - never thought i would be this happy to count paper. poke-kicked a box when i found out that box contained the other part of the deal. but well, c'est la vie, and vie is good.

bought myself a pack of gummy fruit jellies in the morning and gummed my way through it after i'd washed my hands, as i clicked my mouse and harassed the graphics on the screen. i wondered absently what the graphics'd say if they were alive. will their moods change as i change their colour tone?


come to think of it, will they have accents?

will an orange go "atcha!" when it's bright and say "sommabody gonna get hurt real bad" when darkened; will a red-and-white-with-five-stars-arising go from "happy yay-yay" to "oei smlj!" if i added more heat?

will they tell me to "make up your mind!", or tell me that they've fallen in love with this other graphic and then beg me to not separate them? what if there were a jealous third party? will there be disharmony in the layout, thus?

will they have a graphic drama, right there before my eyes and then have a vote to overthrow me, because well, they want someone who knows what it's like to be hit on and pushed around just because they're two-dimensional dammit?

and if they did, will i roll my tongue and shoot my gummy at them? just to, y'know. show 'um who's boss.


hm. i think the reason why i have these thoughts is due to the progress of science and therefore, imagination.

i mean, back when things were simple, when men looked like men and women knew modesty - that was when the mice used pads and when they had balls. but that was a long time ago, and -

and the time is now.