In Philip K. Dick’s novel Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep the characters J.R. Isidore describes the useless junk that’s always lying around like this: “Kipple is useless objects, like junk mail or match folders after you use the last match or gum wrappers or yesterday’s homeopape. When nobody’s around, kipple reproduces itself … the entire universe is moving towards a final state of total, absolute kippleization.”
So if Frankenstein stitches together brand new human beings from spare parts, an arm here, a brain there, Kipplestein uses gaffer tape, rubber bands, chewing gum, two screws and a length of old string to make new stuff out of old .. kipple.
That’s what I’ve been doing today. Oh, I have been involved in some shiny new stuff as well, but mostly it’s kipple. I am Kipplestein! Door not working? Hand me a screwdriver – once I’ve drunk that – give me tools! And some gaffer tape. And some chewing gum. I’ll just need a little piece of paper that I can fold into a square and stick under the thingamabob that’s broken loose and is poking the dohickey in the spring area of the whatchamacallit…
Now – Electricity!
Live!
Live!
Live!
Mwoa-ha-ha… It’s aliiiive!
Did I mention it is hot as hell out there today? You’re at the stage where you’ve undressed as far as decency allows and actually contemplating taking off your pants too. Surely no-one will mind if you walk around at work in your underpants? I can sing a little song at this point if it helps? And I might even have my Captain America underpants on.
Not allowed.
Damn. Oh, by the way, the heat also explains the really bad screwdriver joke in the last paragraph… Sorry about that.
ROL
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