Vision In Blue

I've been following six word story on Twitter for a little while now. I get a glimmer of an idea from some of their tweets and I decided to do some quick writing exercises from them. I'm going to try and add a twist in, but it wouldn't be fair if I told you straight off. *wink* I can't make you love me. I've tried We cuddle together, and at first I feel like you do love me too. You're happy as I stroke your soft curves. Connected, contented. Then out of the blue you change your mind. You push away. I should leave you, but I want you to be close. But you lash out and words are exchanged. I won't learn from my lesson, I love you and I know you love me too. You nuzzle up to me when you think I'm asleep. I can feel your breath on my face when my eyes are closed. But when I open them you give me that look that secretly always makes me smile. But then you roll away. When I go to leave you hear me laying the suitcase out and you...

I was watching Jurassic Park the other day and wondered to myself how these characters actually manage to make it through an entire film, this turned the viewing into an entire conversation about the absurd things that happen. My first question is, why would you make a cage to transfer a dangerous dinosaur that requires it to be attached to the other cage and then someone manually lifts the gate from the top? I'm sure we had that sort of technology even back then, but if we didn't, why would you not lower the cage in with a crane then bring it out or just release it? What is that annoying little kid doing on the dig anyway? He deserves to get the crap scared out of him. I can't believe they don't know who Hammond is... would you not do some research on the guy who is funding your dig? When exactly did bank transfers come in instead of giant bags full of money? "We're going to make a fortune with this place?" Ha, haven't you watched the fi...

So I've had my old lady moan about TV so I thought I'd take a swing at computers too. We take it for granted now but it wasn't that long ago that a computer in your home was nearly unheard of. It was a family event when we got our first computer. It was an off white/grey slab, with a small boxy screen with terrible graphics [by today's standards anyway]. I'd only ever used a computer at school which operated a turtle that moved around the classroom floor. That was even less advanced with a DOS style screen with illuminated green writing. At home we'd sit around the computer and take it in turns to play minesweeper. As a child I either wrote by hand or I wrote on my very own typewriter. How many kids now will recognise one of those? I suppose they might accidentally stumble across an episode of Murder She Wrote. I can't remember what the exact computer we had was, but I would lay money on the fact that the phone I carry around in my pocket has more powe...