Profane Exegesis: Idiot Interlude/My Dinner With Bob

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Idiot Interlude/My Dinner With Bob

Robert K Hogg

Heres something passably amusing I wrote back in 2007, possibly earlier.Sometimes when I get stuck Ill just write anyway. You never know whatmight come to mind. Plot/Storyline difficulties.I managed to read half of Time Machine, as the edition titles it. Anenjoyable read, very descriptive,

pretty intellectual. It isnt really about the protagonists inner life. Youhave to wonder why someonetook so long to come up with a time-travel story. Im sure a few peopleduring the Inquisition say,speculated on the potential benefits of the ability to travel through time.Or were people so controlled

by the ego, they were frightened of their own thoughts and some thingswere almost literally unthinkable?

Certainly the Church would see it as blasphemous. Wells stories have thatarchetypical quality of course.

Or is it archetypal? He doesnt unnecessarily complicate things by havingan Invisible Man

or half man/half invisible Orangutan travel through Time to another planetat an earlier period in

history say though they might still be far more advanced than us of course, which would have to

be taken into account in order to prevent a future Martian invasion wherehis powers of invisibilitycome inuseful. The planet, er, would be Mars.

And where the Martians come and turn everyone into weird half-humanhalf-animal creatures you see what I did there? Forgetting I did it already The Island of Dr


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Morrow who build their

own spaceship to escape and make it to the Moon only to engage in a war with the CREATURES who

live inside it, making them not even The First Men In The Moon, beforefinally getting back toEarth in time for the Nazis and WW11. Mind at the End of its Tether. TheShape of Things to Come.

Love and Mr. Lewisham. Love Among The Artists just kidding. Tono-Bungay. Kipps. I enjoyed Kipps. 1984. We Zamyatin. Nazis, aliens,theyre all projections of our own mind/s.Were the aliens, were the Nazis. We believe our own projections arerunning amuck looking to huntus down and destroy us. On the face of it, that sounds and looks aboutright all too often. I wonder

if Wells ever wrote or speculated on the possibility of his Martian invadersand other inventions being

projections of our own minds. (2008. He did; in The Time Machine.). Athought that can take the impetus and enthusiasm out of any

projected story or novel. I think I should just write about that then. Illspeculate on the entirestory ideas I have without writing them, give all my ideas and potential

plotlines away to be

used by others if they choose. Id be flattered to see them come up inshort dramas or even as

a movie or three. Forbidden Planet The Monster of the Id.And of course, who can sure if it isnt just ideas that are floating around ingeneral. Variations on

so many different but related themes where each blends and morphs intothe other. We are oneanother, as Jose Arguelles once quoted. Anybody can be anybody, as LukeRhinehart once said.


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My Favourite Martian. Dont alienate the aliens.

Idiot Interlude or, My Dinner/Coffee with Bob.

IfI was working on the novel, I wouldnt be writing this. It wouldnt bewritten. Id have

written something else. Im going to write it, in some form, then Imgoing to come

back to this and go through it all and delete what I definitely cant use though who can

ever be wholly sure, and keep the rest, needless to say. TheUndertones, Get Over You.

Its amazing how a pop song can voice such a depressing scenario thats cant get over

you - yet be so uplifting. Now Im distracted by Heroes. Morefantasies of bodily

omnipotence in a hostile world, from Superman to the nazis to BruceLee to Bush and

his legions of war toys and his deluded ego-dreams of worlddomination. Picture a story, Twilight Zone stylee

where Bushs, body head and all, because he can afford it, iscryogenically frozen, then revived in the future, where Hitlers head is

defrosted in the microwave also, and

both come to command large factions of the populace again, who goto war against each

other yes, theyre at loggerheads, in their bid for ultimate worlddomination, and so it

goes, until were finally just a bunch of heads on wheels or artificiallimbs, cyborgs, at

war with each other until the end of time, which of course, will never


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come at this rate,

nucular apocalypse notwithstanding; until guerrilla ontologistRobert Anton Wilson

and comedy genius Woody Allen, flanked by a slightly reluctant ColinWilson, secretly

cryogenically frozen also, though heads only complete with thick-rimmed glasses in

Woody Allens case, and cozy, neutral turtle-neck and glasses inColins, save the day

through a combination of witty one-liners, Irish gags, logicalconundrums, Jeet Kun Do,

and Husserlian existential analyses and powers of invisibility andthe ability to travel

through time to no apparent purpose, a bit like this ludicrous scenario in tandem with

their own vast army of lesser comedians and stand-ups, from TonyHancock to Seinfeld

to David Icke at the helm; just kidding; make that Richard Dawkins until we realise,

as an agnostic, RAW or a teleological existential atheist in Allenscase and an

evolutionary intellectual theorist in Colins, are as unconsciouslydefensive and fearful

of God and our reality as Christ or, if you prefer, Curt Cobain, or Mark E Smith, as the

rest of us, so were really not much further forward, with the prospectof peace and the

end of time as distant a dream in the dream as ever, but at least werenot burning people


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and books, or putting heads on sticks; or attacking citizens withelectromagnetic

weapons. System with the Down! Thank god for sensible, rational people like me eh?

And Philip K Dick. Its the only way to be. You know it makes sense.Where am I?

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