Had the scare of my life this morning. I drifted off to sleep watching a Youtube video last night. About 3 am, I was jolted awake by soul curdling screams ….ever see the Japanese film Ringu? No, not the American remake, the original scary as shit you’re going to die a horrible lonely death movie? Yea, that one. I had one of those moments. Youtube kept chugging through videos, all of which I blissfully slept through, until the screaming wretched me back to life. By the way, never fall asleep with earbuds in, they have a habit of magnifying the screams. I looked up and saw one of those Ringu style screen flickerings and creeping ghouls and …. Well let’s just say I really, really need to stop watching monster movies. It took close to a full minute before I realised what was going on. Bit of a heart stopper moment.

Serves me right, I spent most of yesterday writing, with 50s and 60s B monster movies playing in the background. I do my best work when I can look up and see aliens and monsters ravishing earth. I plowed through some of the best monster movies yesterday, including one of my favourites – Quatermass and the Pit – the original 1958 BBC tv series, which is AWESOME …. London being taken over by humans controlled by long dead Alien Ant Overlords. You can’t get better than that, now can you? Every time I think of earth being taken over by bug overlords, I break out into a mass of giggles – can’t do worse than what’s happening now. As well,  I had stopped in to see a customer yesterday and we joked about obeying our Cat Overlords … in retrospect, there was a theme to the day and it isn’t surprising I was scared pissless with a Ringu moment.

So here I sit, in a bright café window, pondering whether I’d like the world taken over by Cat Overlords or Ant Overlords. Ants would be too focused on work and organisation. They might work us to death, in the name of conformity and efficiency. Cats would create a world of luxury and indulgence. But  … big drawback … we’d be worked to death supplying them with their luxuries and indulgences. Just my luck I’d be assigned to litter box duty. But cats purr … all they’d have to do is start a deep, hypnotic purr and humanity would bow down and do their bidding.

… if cats ever rise up, we’re screwed, you know that, don’t you.