Well, here I am and I'm not sure what to put here. I'm torn between recounting the wacky tales from my weekend (and the abuse I and others suffered at the hands of the St. Louis Rams Association [and how we dealt some back]) and explaining the meaning of the title.
Please bear with me as I toss a coin....Tails! Crap, I forgot to designate what Tails meant. One moment.... Heads!
So the title is "The World According to Gap." It's a play on the title of John Irving's book "The World According to Garp." It was about the adventures of an aspiring writer and the wacky events he got into. Though I wouldn't recommend the book to everyone, I always thought it was filled with colorful characters and had a killer title.
I'm also an aspiring writer who can't seem to escape the craziness of the world around me (though I don't try too hard).
Dreamers have long made predictions of what the 21st century would be like. It was thought that androids, transporters, and Moon-Shuttles would be part of the daily routine. Much to the chagrin of people like Jules Verne or H.G. Wells, if they were still alive today, the vision of solar system colonization and replicators has yet to be realized.
We do have malls however.
I find myself trapped in what must be one of the craziest, most nutty periods in history. I believe the 21st century must be one of the easiest eras to mock, ridicule, or just plain laugh at.
Just consider this a collection of rants, observations, and non sequiturs from a wanna-be writer trapped in the 21st century: The World According to Gap.
