Please Don't Ask Me to Sing

There’s this one galaxy where EVERY thing is a fake.

When a lieutenant reported that a recent battle was a “milepost” in the war, a deaf general exploded, “Fuck a mild post—what I want is a hot post!”

One afternoon, while discussing things uncommon and tenuous, the old man used the word “mythology” and stopped to ask if they knew what it meant.  One son said, “Sure, a myth is something that’s not true.  And his brother corrected him, “No, you’re thinking of facts.”  (And the ole man was sorely pleased.)

There’s this group of creatures on that other planet over there, who may be on to something of transitory use, if not inverted, ephemeral fun.  They present the idea that you should first think up a slogan, and then figure out a business to go along with it.

One guy always would say, “No, please don’t ask me to sing—please don’t,” and they didn’t.

J.