Thursday, October 25, 2007

Thursday morning

Thursday morning: end of the week again already? Where does time fly?

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King Zod says:
In my Kingdom the end of the week is "Friday." Thursday is simply Friday Eve.

eolake said...
King Zod: Quite so. It's a joke.
Not the funny kind, the other kind, as Neal Gaiman says.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Eolake said: "Where does time fly?"

The government must be confiscating it. Somehow.

Anonymous said...

It's an interesting feature of becoming older, that time turns from creeping to flying.

Is it because of the better overview? I have no reasonable explanation. Maybe it's a case for googling a study or thesis on this ubiquitous subject.

Anonymous said...

It is because as we get older we tend to hold our attention less in the now.

It is quite possible to slow one's experience of time to what it was as a child. It is not easy by any means. But it is possible.

Anonymous said...

My time hasnt evolved enough to fly. Its still creeping its way out of the temporal sludge. So slooow.

Anonymous said...

Thursday morning: end of the week again already?

In my Kingdom the end of the week is "Friday." Thursday is simply Friday Eve.

Anonymous said...

It is quite possible to slow one's experience of time to what it was as a child. It is not easy by any means. But it is possible.

Explain this fantasy please.

Anonymous said...

Also, is that man from Lebanon still around here? I think his name is rascal? Thanks.

Eolake Stobblehouse said...

King Zod: Quite so. It's a joke. Not the funny kind, the other kind, as Neal Gaiman says.

Pascal [P-04referent] said...

I once read a very imaginative story of classic French novelist Marcel Aymé. I think he wrote between the two world wars, and he invented his own brand of fantasy science-fiction.

In this one story, he expanded on the notion of Daylight Savings Time (which is tonight, incidentally). "The Government gives us/takes from us one hour. I didn't know they coud do that with Time. But clearly they can. The Administration controls every aspect of our lives, after all."
So, in the restrictions atmosphere of post-WW1 society, even Time was rationed with tickets. For instance, those individuals deemed less productive for Society had fewer monthly days, from 29 down to 15 for the unemployed. That way, they would consume less resources. The story goes on as money automatically amplifies the social gap: poorer families sell their days for food, therefore needing less to eat since they live less days anyway. While richer people would enjoy months of 36 days, or more. After it was rumored that Mr Whatshisname the millionaire bought himself in the black market up to three years of leisurely life PER MONTH, the administration eventually scrapped the time-rationing tickets system. But they kept DST...

Good for me. Now I have one spare hour tonight to spend blogging, and it was for free! :-)