Ice, Ice, Baby
My fiance and I watched Return of the Jedi last night via Skype. (Yes, we are geeks in love.) During the scene of Han’s revival from being frozen in carbonite, I told my beloved, “If you were cryogenically frozen, I’d warm you up.”
See, the nice thing about Han’s being frozen was that he wasn’t frozen very long. When he defrosted, his loved ones were all still around, and technology hadn’t drastically changed (unlike time-vortex movies such as Kate and Leopold, Han woke up in a fairly similar world, with one exception: “Chewie… Chewie, is that you? Ch.. Chewie. Wait, I can’t see, pal. What’s goin’ on? Luke? Luke’s crazy; he can’t even take care of himself, much less rescue anybody… A Jedi Knight? I’m out of it for a little while and everybody gets delusions of grandeur.”)
But people are actually spending thousands of dollars now trying to get themselves frozen, so they can wake up in a couple thousand years as a millionaire, since their dollars will gain interest in a bank over that time. No, they didn’t consider that the banks could be gone in a thousand years. Or that they would be completely alone.
This article is terrible. It is also terribly hilarious. If you don’t read the entire thing, read at least the first paragraph and the last paragraph (there are 2 pages). I chuckled. Then again, I have a bit of a twisted sense of humor.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I’d rather wake up broke with the ones I love than as the richest social outcast in the world, with all my friends and family gone.
Especially if the world is overrun by Cybermen or something. Then again, if I had to be wearing a helmet 24/7, I might blend in pretty well!
Speaking of Doctor Who (As I oft do), have you seen the new 2010 logo?! I LOVE IT.
