I watched the second half of Prometheus tonight and realised by the end that it wasn’t
effectively a remake of Alien as I’d
previously thought. I’m sure it was intended to be a prequel. I suppose I could
look it up for confirmation, but I can’t be bothered. I find that sort of film
entertaining enough to be worth watching but it doesn’t go deep enough to be
worth dwelling on
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I thought of something funny to say earlier, and you know what? I can’t for the life of me remember what it was. Nothing new there then.
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When I was driving to the doc’s this morning I hit a bird. It flew out of a wood and struck the car so quickly that I didn’t have time to react and brake. That bothered me a lot, but I looked in the rear view mirror and saw it flying away apparently uninjured. I’m pretty sure it was a sparrow hawk, and that left me with a question:
Should I be glad that I didn’t kill the hawk, or should I consider the fact that it will now kill other small birds? Where should the balance of considerations take me on this road we call life? The last thing I want to do is play God.
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