My dad used to say in response to someone asking whether he was doing something special “over Labor Day” he would respond, “everyday is LABOR day“.

As I get older, I feel his pain ever more acutely.  I did relax a little during my week away at the beach, but time with family is a “trip” and not a vacation, as those of you with kids understand.  When my blackberry accidentally drowned (accidentally, I SWEAR), I really got to relax.

Unfortunately, my blackberry dried out by Saturday.  I thought that the horror (and the happiness) of drowning (did I mention it was an accidental?) a blackberry is that it never comes back to life.  But the new improved blackberry must be the computer equivalent of a cockroach.  Humans will be eviscerated by nuclear holocaust, but our blackberries will live on, buzzing with pointless meeting and birthday reminders. Maybe the cockroaches will sprout thumbs and use them.  Darwinism gone horribly wrong.  Yet, there is something poetic about this.  A little crazy and unhinged, but poetic nevertheless.

Just you wait, it will be on Syfy and a runaway hit.  Soon, it will be cool to be kind to cockroaches.  They will become a protected species.  Now, THAT is crazy.

Wait.  Labor Day.  That’s where I was before my mind took a dangerous turn.  Doing anything day in and day out for decades just has to burden one’s soul and dim one’s sense of wonder.  But you all know that.  So, why pick that scab again.

But my new Syfy thriller idea — now that could be entertaining.  Thoughts?