All These Worlds Are Yours...

It was a simple idea. To attempt to type this entry without opening my eyes. I'm surprised I made it this far. Seriously.

But since I made it this far, I shall continue. Guess I can thank Mrs. Parker later for drilling the concept of touch typing in my head all those years ago, eh?

Anyway, time to clear the head a bit. It is now 2010, a year that seemed so far away ten years ago and yet now it feels like it sorta flew past.

Heh. Sorta.

For those familiar with Arthur C. Clarke, this is the year where we find all the answers to the questions asked in 2001. Well, again... Sorta.

We find out why the U.S.S. Discovery is in a decaying orbit, why Hal went batshit nuts and why one would be batshit nuts to poke around the goddamn Monolith in the first place.

The one question we are confused with is "what the hell happened to Dave?" Sure, Dave makes an appearance to warn Dr. Floyd and the Russo-American mission crew about the impending 'something wonderful' event that converts Jupiter into a midget sized star called Lucifer. Sure, he also visits his mom and ex-wife on Earth. Sure, he pops in towards the end to comfort Hal and to send the famous last message to mankind before nothing is heard of David Bowman again until 2061 comes around.

All these worlds are yours except Europa. Attempt no landings there. Use them in peace, use them together.

Repeat over and again. "Attempt no landings there."

I sit here and ponder the same thing. 2000 rolled out and I had a ton of questions, fears and anxieties regarding the future. For every Europa that piqued my interest, I simply attempted no landings there.

Things look and feel a lot different than they did back when I was still young and charming. I played everything way too safe.

I can't say I wholly regret that, I've had really good reasons. Still, there is a big hole somewhere and I have no idea what goes there.

I open my eyes at this point because I'm running out of steam. I just want to know what it is I am doing and why. Not exactly something I can answer here, true, but here we are.