Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for October 12, 2014
October 11, 2014
October 13, 2014
Transcript:
Dad! There is no monster under my bed! Oh, sweetie that's... Wait what? The ancient Celts believed the wind was a banshee wailing the dead. The medieval Japanese believed Tenome walked through the and night and had eyes growing from his hands. I live in the Everlit world of human knowledge, where dreams are neuron firings and penumbrae are diffraction patterns and there is nothing where a rainbow seems. Right this second there is a mysterious powerful radio signal hitting Earth. Astronomers call it the space roar. What's roaring? Nobody knows. That's terrifying! G'night sweetie.
Ida No almost 10 years ago
Life still needs it’s horrific little unknowns.Knowing that life can be so predictable is what’s really the worst thing that can happen to you.
Brass Orchid Premium Member almost 10 years ago
Fear the monotony of mediocrity. It will crush your soul and erase you from existence without even being aware of you.
Coyoty Premium Member almost 10 years ago
That’s the terrible secret of space roar.
sadiedog almost 10 years ago
As American poet laureate Ogden Nash once wrote, “Where there’s a monster, there’s a miracle”.
emptc12 almost 10 years ago
Sort of like the signals received in MACROSCOPE, by Piers Anthony.