Since I'm waiting for some statistics to download for my perceptions of Africa paper, I thought I'd take this opportunity to write my entry for the day. Not much of humorous note has taken place within the last 24 hour period, so I'll just focus some more on photography! I've been experimenting with filters and different settings on the camera and in order to make this process a little more interesting, I'll tell a little story alongside the pretty pictures. Here are a series of shots of the growing world that sprang from a single loaf of bread:
Notice that there are basically two main spheres of growth. From a distance they look like googly eyes! I imagine that were we to shrink, they would either be giant whirlpools of a churning maelstrom or bogs and forests filled with varieties of woodland sprites. Notice that the majority of the world is brown and would likely be deserts and giant canyons. The plastic enclosing the bread-world is the atmosphere. As the maelstrom rages and the forests and bogs continue to grow and produce liquid, cloud formations begin to form, further fermenting the living organisms within. Thus far, the only gods that exist are pagan, and centered around natural formations such as water and earth and green growth, e.g. the woodland sprites.
Now, fast forward two weeks our time (a few million years bread-world time) and see the changes that have taken place. The atmosphere is now fully formed with traces of regular rain storms and climate cycles seen in the droplets of water. The world is now completely green and prosperous, without arid land to hinder agricultural growth. However, as seen from the first picture, an evil force has taken over the land, and that being's name is Sauron, the villain from The Lord of the Rings Trilogy. You can see his evil yellow eye staring malignantly out from the beleaguered world. He has clearly claimed the entire world as his own and harnessed the woodland sprites to his bidding.
Alas that this world rest beyond both hope and redemption. It grows worse daily, the pure green now diluted and warped by a sulfurous yellow that chokes the life from the once bountiful land. There is only one way to handle this situation: put this world out of its misery and destroy Sauron once and for all. So, a hero was called forth from among the dying masses. It was she, the magnificent mistress of trash, who took control of her fate and the fate of all the worlds. She banished the evil being and exiled her own land into the gaping, stinking abyss in which they would be trapped for all eternity.
Through her sacrifice, the rest of the universe is now safe.
Well, I hope you enjoyed my story, I got a nice chunk of procrastination out of the way!
