Arkell's Ark: A Couple Maybe…But Ten Thousand?
Ian Arkle is overfaced by an ad which pops up on his computer screen.
It’s been a busy week. I’ve spent a goodly part of it wading through Thomases Aquinas and Merton, Rene Descartes, and last night said a quick hullo to Meister Eckhart. Wading is an appropriate word. No, floundering is perhaps closer to the truth; which is where I was trying to get to I guess. It’s pretty heavy stuff for someone without the benefit of a whole lot of education.
Well, three years of high school did teach me about equilateral triangles, Dickens and the pain associated with lusting after the French teacher. Now, whereas the triangles and Dickens have faded off into the distant past, the lust problem seems to hang around. Which is where Descartes comes into the picture.
As I was trying to make some sense of Descartes’ third proof, having gained little from the first two, a message popped up on the screen. Not a ‘Jesus loves you’ or stuff like that, it was something more basic. And it definitely wasn’t scripture based.
No It did however promise that I could meet 10,000 hot Russian women and the background photo wasn’t exactly a 120 kilo monster out of a coal mine in the back of the Urals. Ok, maybe they don’t have coal mines there, but either way, she was hot.
Two considerations. Even with my multi vitamins, exercise and a whole heap of Iron tablets, I don’t know that 10,000 would be a realistic goal. I would think that even with an unending supply of Viagra it might be a touch difficult to have these hot babes cooing ‘Ya, ya, I love you, Aussie superman’.
Logistically it would have to be a nightmare as well. You’d have to meet them in an awfully big room or hall or something and would I be responsible for the coffee and biscuits? See, you have to think about these things. And for someone who has trouble with pin numbers, can you imagine remembering all those names?
The second and probably more important consideration is the context. Now while it’s quite possible that Descartes might have known the odd hot Russian babe or relatively warm French one, why did the message pop up there? Maybe the Evil One (no, not Dick Chaney) is keeping track of me. Making sure my atheism remains intact and that I don’t start backsliding into belief.
Oh I forgot. When I was reading a text by Aquinas the day before, there was another little ad that promised the chance to meet the perfect partner. Although judging by the background photo I think it would
also have been a heavily Viagra-dependant relationship.
There could be a pattern emerging here. Still, it’s good to think that someone cares about my social life.
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