OT, although the ending is moderately On...
Last night I had a dream. Seems like the aliens from both the first
War of the Worlds movie, with Gene Barry and the aliens from the
second, recent WoW have re-invaded earth. Except, since the two
failures have exhausted their resources, they invade in school buses.
So who should show up to help repel the invaders except Kurt Russell,
complete with bayonet in one hand and a pistol in the other and
covered with bandoleers, except even in the dream I can tell all the
ammo is the wrong size.
Any, lots of chasing around. I don't have any weapon, but find that
they aren't real dedicated this time around and if you shove some
other person their way, they seem to go away. Kurt isn't killing any
aliens either, just running around in a semi-crouch, waving the
bayonet and pistol, but he also isn't giving up other human beings, so
I can't say much.
Then Kurt and I go to see Chuck Norris for help. I must have read too
many of those web sites, because Chuck refuses to help - aliens that
invade on buses aren't worth his effort. Kurt is pretty much
speechless, but even Kurt Russell doesn't pick a fight with Chuck
Norris.
And here's the On Topic part. We get back and are informed that the
aliens are arguing over which group is allowed to invade, so until
they make a decision, we aren't allowed to fight or resist (which in
my case, has been pretty much limited to shoving other humans into the
claws of the invaders). So Kurt and I end up in some room drinking a
lager - good color, deeper taste than most, not bad at all - with him
cussing up a storm at the aliens and Chuck Norris, but unable to do a
thing, except wait.
That's when I woke up and honest to God, my first thought was - now
pro cycling is running alien invasions!
Curtis L. Russell
Odenton, MD (USA)
Just someone on two wheels...
BTW, in my defense, the people I gave up to the aliens weren't anyone
that I recognized.