Jupiter

Philosophy...girlfriends... that sort of thing.

In theory it should be possible to see things that happened in the past. All you need is a rather big mirror, a rocket that travels faster than light and a good telescope.
Speed of light: 1079252848.8 km/h
Km. per hour if flying twice the speed of light: 2158505697.6 km/h
Distance to Jupiter: 965000000 km
Times you could fly to Jupiter in one hour: 2.24
So to fly to Jupiter would take you about: 27 minutes
The light would take about: 54 minutes
Time it would take the light to catch up with you: 27 minutes

So here you go with your supersonic rocket and your gigantic mirror that you can set up in 2 minutes... after 27 minutes the people left behind on planet earth could look back into time a fantastic 25 minutes! And the good news is: once you've got the mirror installed you can always look back 25 minutes! Voila, all possible crimes in the world (well, those that took place in open air and at the times when that side of planet earth was facing Jupiter) would be solved if someone looked through the telescope 27 minutes after the crime was committed. The start of a new era... Next we could install a mirror on a planet in another milkyway...and who knows: we just might see the first brick being laid of the Great Wall of China or we will finally find out how Napoleon really died. Hmm...bring it on!
I just realised though that we would have to wait another 185 years after the mirror has been installed before we could actually see the last mentioned event... So it would be a truly selfless thing to do, only the next generations would profit from it. Although, if we would travel there with our supersonic rocket at twice the speed of light and take a camera to record the events and then travel back to planet earth with the footage it would only take 92,5 years... there is a tiny little chance that some of us will still be around. Blahblahblah...

Tomato and Washing Up Liquid...

Aristocrat, symbolise, abolition, desolation, merely, mention, maturity, Stradivarius, sophisticated, platinum, autocracy, lunchbox, mere, validity, perplexed, punctuation, tripod, quest, wicked, restless...

Random words I thought of in another moment of ennui. That reminds me: how random can the human mind truly be? Certainly not more random than todays 'innovation' (see picture): a slice of tomato, washing up liquid and some weird Dutch curry sauce wrapped in cling film, scanned on a hp officeyet 6110 'all in one'.

So here's the challenge: write a cohesive and understandable story using all the words mentioned above. Try to use as few other words as possible...
I'll give it a go:
Is today's aristocrat worthy of mere autocracy? They have proved otherwise once more. The maturity, or rather lack thereof, of the more 'sophisticated' of today's society left me perplexed when I heard the following story:
'Sir' Greenspan was celebrating his platinum wedding aniversary. For merely twenty years he and his wife had gone trough desolation without considering abolition. Though completely aware of her husband's wish to receive a tripod for his beloved 1715 Stradivarius on this occasion, his wife was restless to symbolise her disgust with his errors in punctuation by giving him; a lunchbox.
The validity of this wicked scheme is questionable in my humble opinion.

Cohesive? Understandable? You tell me and try it yourself.

Symptoms of Sympathy

And why not?
Today I didn't feel well. (Don't worry this is so called 'figure of speach'.)
I went to the nearest GP, a bearded man in his early fifties. He took his time and some bloodsamples. I watched his face as it's expression changed, from polite and polished, to anxious and even frightened. When he grabbed his mask and plastic gloves I realised: I must have something serious, something infectious.
'You might want to sit down for a moment', he mumbled when he was done.
'Your illness is not unknown, but few people in the western world suffer from this condition. If this ailment would progress and become it's purest form you would have a lot of trouble to make yourself heard, you would eventually become mute. All the symptoms I've found with you... are symptoms of sympathy.'
Silence...
'Wha-what can I do?' My voice shivered like leaves in the wind.
'Live for yourself, don't care about others and whatever you do don't be friendly! Don't give your last pound to the homeless, don't open the door for a lady with a pram and never ever be polite!'

Mute... well, perhaps. But the mute can speak louder than many others. You don't have to speak to make yourself heard, words are just words. Imagine being in a room with 100 mutes; what would have more impact...your screaming and shouting, or their silence?

It doesn't make any sense...the world doesn't make sense...give it some thought though... it might add up.

boredom

Launched today: a pathetic attempt to change the world.
I realised that there are times when I am bored. All these minutes and hours added up would make a fair amount of time, and waisting time is a waist (I love stating the obvious because so many people don't see the obvious). With profound wisdom and understanding I came to the conclusion that my boredom should serve the internet community.
Hence this weblog, where I will make an attempt to share part of my intelligence with 'the man on the street', however ambitious or even ostentatious this may seem.

Needless to say that in fact I'm just trying to get your attention...

Anyway, feel free to leave your comments, questions and house to go for a nice walk. People hardly get outside these days...