"Hey, I bet in another dimension, there's a race of people made from soda cans," I said, holding my Diet Coke up reverently. "Yeah, and they worship at factories and their version of satan are those nasty bottles of soda."
Liz stared at me. "What?" she asked, trying not to laugh.
"No, seriously! There's probably an infinite amount of dimensions out there. Alternate universes. Timelines, where, say, Martin Luther committed suicide. Or Einstein was actually recognized for his brilliance, and was placed in a private school that smothered his creativity, and the theory of relativity never saw the light of day. And there's probably another one where we're celebrities."
"Or there could be no other dimensions at all," Lucy said sarcastically. "Did you think of that?"
"No-- well, really yes, but it seems more likely that the theory of there being millions of dimensions existing and more created every nanosecond is true. Imagine; a whole universe where I ate waffles for breakfast this morning, and not cereal," I said grinning. "What story opportunities!"
"No crossovers, plox," Lucy said. My grin grew even more.
"Why, Lucy, the way you're carrying on one would think you don't like my way of looking at the world like a story or fanfiction!"
"Because it's not."
That made me frown. "Well, duh, but do you have to be so serious about it all of the time?"
"Hold up you two!" Liz broke in. "Let's change the subject now. So... Who watched Gossip Girl last night?"
"ME!" I giggled. "Dan was great!"
"Not me," Lucy said listlessly. "It's garbage."
"Y'know," I said thoughtfully, "I believe there's an old adage about this situation... right! 'If you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all.'"
"True dat." Liz nodded. Lucy groaned and stood up.
"See you guys later, then."
"See ya!"
"Tschüß!"
Thursday, October 18, 2007
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