...as the known internet prepares to shut down for yet another midnight deadline..the crickets chirp and.....
...rrrRRIPPPpp....
hurtling towards the outer edges of the galaxy....perhaps even farther.....
Had this idea once, in a pensive and creative mood, that one could perhaps earn a modest income manufacturing small whistles, of varying shrillness, tone, and timbre...that customers could then insert...well,,,er...securely and somewhat comfortably in the proper orifice. Said whistle then would perhaps sound one's note or tone of choice, clan or family designation, social status...
Society as we know it could be transformed. Whole tribes, nations, ethnic groupings might then have a legacy of subgroupings of tones and mellifluous tonic scales.
"My goodness! Aunt Martha! I could have sworn I heard her piping just then...!"
To start with, perhaps they could come in any color...as long as it was black and latex.
Along with this, the world might just be ready for...here comes: the personal methane alarm!
The concept occurred to me one afternoon in the local supermarket, staring at those little coupon dispensers with the blinking l.e.d. that one finds periodically attached to shelving. I surreptitiously(sp?) removed one and took it home to dissect with the idea in mind...
With one of those worn, say, as a brooch or watchband clip, by the each member of the world's population, it would be socially acceptable, upon hearing a whistle or tone, to look around and spot the blinking l.e.d.s in the vicinity and calmly move upwind a bit. Pranksters, of course, might have other uses for them; my own idea: to retrofit the purloined coupon dispensers with detector circuitry and shrill klaxons, and affix them to the benches and beneath tables in the foodcourt areas of malls.
I digress. It's well past midnight somewhat east of here. It's too damn cold yet for crickets yet, but those Labs on my couch must have eaten...aargh!... O.K! Outside!
Now where's my prototype? Had it just a minute ago...
