I have always loved science fiction. I always have and always will. However, I do possess, most of the instant, a solid enough grip on reality to let go of my sci-fi love when I put the book down or leave the movie theater.
I mean, I would love for half the stuff I see in sci-fi to be true right now. You know what I am talking about, do not
you? I would love to be able to zoom through "Space the Final Frontier" in the comforts of the Starship Enterprise sipping margaritas with Jean-Luc Picard while watching the stars fly by. Maybe that babe, Counselor Troi, could join us.
Yes, I may tell the difference between truth and reality (sort of). Its fun to pretend but I know when the pretense stopsor do I?
Another kind of sci-fi on the caliber of the "X-files" has been going on lately and I want to know just what in the name of Agent Mulder is going on?
I wrote a week or two ago about the exploding toads of Germany.
"I cannot get out of my mind the exploding toad phenomenon reported in the Altona district of Hamburg, Germany. This was acquiring place at the end of April 2005, causing a ghoulish and macabre mess that confused the hell out of scientists. They had taken to calling the district the "pond of death
