Tuesday, August 21, 2012


It was the year 2001. We were slowly crawling out of the nuclear blast zone left by Y2K when a sudden spate of calamities struck, and struck us hard. In what could only herald an organized campaign of terror on the high seas, sharks began congregating off the Florida coast in unnatural numbers. Meanwhile, pop star Brittany Spears was savagely attacked by a Burmese Reticulated Python.

The snake begins the slow process of constricting its victim.
On the man-made side, ethical and not-politically-connected energy company Enron misplaced its accounting books (oops!) while California failed to reconnect the electricity grids knocked out by the computer crashes of 2000. Then something really bad happened. In a spontaneous display of mourning and solidarity with the victims, Americans and visitors to the United States began ritually taking off our shoes at airports.

In these troubled times, we yearned for art that reflected our new, harder and tougher sensibilities, something that could soothe our wounded souls and give us the vision and moral clarity we needed to move on. Yes, in such times, these were the only words that could truly speak to us:
In A.D. 2101
War was beginning.
Captain: What happen ?
Mechanic: Somebody set up us the bomb.
Operator: We get signal.
Captain: What !
Operator: Main screen turn on.
Captain: It's you !!
CATS: How are you gentlemen !!
CATS: All your base are belong to us.
CATS: You are on the way to destruction.
Captain: What you say !!
CATS: You have no chance to survive make your time.
CATS: Ha ha ha ha ....
Operator: Captain !! *
Captain: Take off every 'ZIG'!!
Captain: You know what you doing.
Captain: Move 'ZIG'.
Captain: For great justice.
...and then we wanted to dance.