Good evening all.
After I lay out some background information, I want to get weirder than usual tonight.
I know, right?
So, Dyana works in a call center for Cox Communications. I’m proud of her, and glad that she’s thriving with such a competitive company. I’m not going to tell her story, because I don’t know it well enough. Perhaps she will tell it on her own blog.
I worked at Cox too, but as an e-recycler/refurbisher/assembler, paid piecework (by productivity rather than by the hour), and on a temporary basis through Goodwill Industries of Rhode Island.
When I was unable to get hired anywhere else, they took me and gave me the work experience I would later reference to get my job at Target.
Even so, I could not work fast enough to be paid well.
Also, there were times when the products of my labor were very cheap in themselves (cleaning used devices or disposing of cardboard, for example, rather than putting kits together for re-delivery) and my coworkers were of little help except when it was necessary to cooperate. Cox is a good company, but this is a recession, with people looking out for themselves and hanging on by their fingernails.
In addition to all of that, I was so disturbed at the time by the Deepwater Horizon oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico that I often bicycled from Warwick (near Pawtuxet Village) to Comstock Parkway in Cranston. “As little of that destructive oil as possible for me, thanks,” I thought. Meanwhile I hardly ever filled up my tires.
I was wearing myself out.
Luckily, Goodwill had me leave that office/warehouse facility, and I got over my gasoline issues.
Now, about those Digis.
Though I like them, I have to point out that they are little space-dwarfs. They have the tiny bodies and big helmets and everything. I’m sure, however, that they’re good extraterrestrials.
To contrast with this positive cuteness, I have been reminding myself of DC Comics’ Justice League America: New World Order.
In this excellent comic book, visitors from another planet arrive on earth, and start making a good impression. They’re leader looks like a glowing orange Jim Morrison with a cape, and they all have superhuman abilities. Abilities that the JLA’s Martian Manhunter, Jon Jonzz, also has.
Eventually, these aliens show themselves to be evil.
They attack all of Earth, also specifically Batman and Superman. They crash the bat plane, but stay away from the flames.
Once they capture Superman, they make him believe he’s chained up with kryptonite. As he sits and thinks, he realizes that though the aliens only have one ability each, his Martian friend has all of those powers, plus a vulnerability to fire. Then he realizes it’s Martian mind control, not kryptonite, weakening him.
“Martians.” Superman says quietly.
Explosively rising and breaking his chains, he uses his heat vision on the White Martian leader (Jon Jonzz is a green Martian), Superman shouts, “you’re MARTIANS!”
And this is what I say when I see the Digis.
Until next time everyone.