Morbid the Mouse: A very short story written while in the heartland of American technology.
Out of sheer desperation, Morbid the Mouse tried again.
"If I could only get Google to notice my feed", said Morbid the Mouse, "I would be set for life."
It put its tiny paws together in prayer - the most humble of all things - and asked the rumbling god Google to take notice of it.
A day passed and then another. A fully grown man and woman had an argument over eachother's taste in music that ended in tears. Accross the world, children were taken in the night to become soldiers. Countries that had once literally been to the moon declared war on abstract concepts.
Google, omnipotent though it was, did not notice Morbid the Mouse.
posted by Trevor Record @ 4:11 PM
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I am back from San Fransisco. I was actually in Mountain View for the most part - At an office next to several of the Google buildings. On the weekend I did head out to the city, however.
I rented a bike and rode around, saw the parks and a number of museums. I realize that I probably wouldn't see new art every day if I lived there, so it is hard to say what I think of San Fransisco.
There were a lot of small festivals going on in the middle of streets. I even stumbled upon a fairly large outdoor concert. Everclear was up on stage; the masters of playing a note 4 times on a bass guitar, then the note a semitone lower 2 times, then the original note 5 times.
Great take on the new media gods and their "divine favors".
Love the third paragraph, especially the children soldiers and the space program nations declaring war on art and symbolic thought. Excellent post.
I don't think of the interweb as a god... I think of it more as a giant water table, into which we drill and hope for something to quench us. Sometimes we come up dry.
I've been to SF once. Sadly, I did not get the chance to explore. I did eat a very spicy dish in China Town and walk across the red bridge. I forget what it's called....
I like how your first comment was almost as long as the post. Ho ho!
Perhaps that mouse needs to alter it's attitude a little.
Poor little mouse. Such is the fate of mice and men. San Fran is nice but of course as you probably know, highly expensive. And so yuppy. But I'd be a yuppy )_at least on the outside) if I could live in San Fran. I'd probably have to leave every so often though, I couldn't take being a yuppy for long stretches.
If it's a religion, then our bosses are Oliver Cromwell, banning Christmas – or in this case, restricting our access ever more: first no web-based email sites, now no blogs or forums.
thanks for the word nail. Seriously, I thought the hammer poem was finished until nails were mentioned. Thanks.
Eric: The intangibles I was thinking of were more the lines of "terror", or (I dunno) "degradation of family values".
Ari: I don't really think of the internet as a god either. But I think that some internet companies, namely Google, think of themselves as god. Or, at least, quasi-godlike.
Deidre: Golden Gate Bridge. I didn't see it, though. Well, not up close.
UTMG: I don't know if Morbid has an attitude, but I'll tell him to adjust it if I see him stumbling along.
BBE: It is expensive I guess, but not very much moreso than Vancouver. I guess Vancouver is sort of yuppy as well, though. What does it mean to be a yuppy? To live an expensive lifestyle?
Mandy: Hmm, I'd say the internet isn't organized enough to be religion. More like pagan idol-worship.
Eric: That was actually a reference to a Simon and Garfunkle song, Eric. If I could, I surely would.
Google doth work in mysterious ways.
Donnetta
Why do I get the feeling you're Morbid the Mouse in this little story?
You're an amazing writer. I loved the story of the zepplin.
and it those same intangibles that are destroyed when larger powers take control over them, I was thinking. This is the kind of writing that is more than the sum of it's words, which makes it fun to work within.
Truthfully, I don't know what yuppie means. San Fran is much more expensive than where I live. A house in San Fran could buy 3 or maybe 4 very nice houses here.
this is an allegory right? loved it.
i wish google would stop noticing me - how's a guy supposed to stay anonymous when everybody knows his name? where'm I sposed to hide when the whole world is ugly and strange? [props to Greg Keelor of Blue Rodeo.]
Oh no you didn't! I love Everclear. Their early stuff, the drug stuff ... just moves me. I'm all about lyrics.
Anyhow, media gods. I'll just ignore it and hope it goes away.
Great going, Trevor. I always enjoy visiting. Your The World is a Ripe Orange is a fantastic voyage. Could see Epic Adventures happening. Maybe take little Morbid the Mouse along for the ride.
Donnetta Lee: He in His wisdom doth make a search engine of Heavenly proportions, to watch man in his sins and judge.
Josie: How this story was created is a funny story, you can find it on an unrelated blog called "heinousandlewd" that I had created for testing purposes for my job. I was morbid mouse, yes. Thank you Josie.
Eric: Hmm, I guess I will let it be about war on symbolic thought. Once you're done writing something it's no longer yours to really say what it is about any more, is it? Once you write "Hot" accross a wall, everyone who sees it will interpret it however they will interpret it.
BBE: Well, San Fransisco is expensive for a reason (although perhaps it has become more expensive than it is worth).
Benji: Allegory? Yes. But Google notices pretty much everything.
Beth: Everclear is ok, but let's face it their music is predictable. You can instantly tell when you are listening to one of their songs. Then again, the same can be said for a vast majority of the bands out there.
EA: Heh, morbid mouse would poke his head out from the breast pocket of my uniform.
You are one interesting guy, Trevor.
I'm not sure that is entirely a compliment, is it?
One can pray to Google and to get the results. But one can pay Google and get at leasts better results. And after you pay, you'll pray for people not to click your site, because you'll pay and pay somemore.
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