Soldier #9
by Frederick
Stock photo from 3 Mile Island, not actual site where I work (people get fired for that).
I’m stuck out here in a frozen waste land with no internet connection. The steam roles off the cooling tower to my right and little yellow blinkies do their thing at the guard shack out in front. I’m one of the anonymous extras in an unmarked dark van by the side of the road.
How is it that we’ve ended up here?
By simply following the path of least resistance.
Old telephone poles, a covering of snow, lined up in front of the trees. The lake, I know, is over there as well, and it breathes into the 19 degree spring night air. The parking lot betrays its former occupants with the tire tracks, criss-crossed and lost with the blowing of the wind. This is the plant.
I’d planned to write a piece on Evolution tonight. Knowing there was no connection up here I’d left a whole bunch of web pages open before leaving the house. I was just going to leave them open and cut and paste quotes and talk my way around something to do with Blue Gal’s blog swarm against theocracy. Then my computer decided to restart its self and that plan went to crap. I guess I’ll have to just save the whole page into a folder next time. Anyways, that’s my short talk on evolution.
Comments
My god, I thought the image had to do with the blogswarm against Theocracy. I remember going to Cape Canaveral when my kids were little – and people acting like the Space Center was a Cathedral. My (ex)husband even pointed out a barrel of water and said,”Look. They have Holy Water.”
I may go after the modern-day Pharisees. It’s getting time to get rid of a few money-changers too. So many Jesusistanis, so little time…
Wow, what a weird image. And you have to sit and look at that thing? Loved your write-up and description.
Do I even want to know why you’re sitting outside of a nukuler p’wer plant?
On the other hand, you’re one of the few bloggers I know who could turn it into a post.
No internet connection on Easter weekend. That is terrible.