Daily Prompt – If I Ruled The World

You’ve been given the superpower to change one law of nature. How do you use it?

There is so much about this world that I would love to change, if I had the ability to do so, but to have to choose just one of those is actually quite hard – especially because changing one would certainly have a knock-on effect on the rest of the world.

Something akin to the theory that if you travel back in time and change something, even miniscule and insignificant, it will create major changes in the future, and completely alter history.

According to Wikipedia, there are 5 laws of nature – Physical, Natural, scientific, laws of science and law of the jungle, and most of these each have their own sub-set of laws, principles, theorems and equations. After doing some (heavy) reading on a few of them, I now find myself much more confused than I was to begin with. I’m reading a lot of big words, and have absolutely no idea what they actually mean… if anything, this prompt is making me feel quite unintelligent. Rapidly.

I’ve just read a few paragraphs regarding space-time continuum and black holes in space…

…and so now, my brain hurts. What was the question again?

Perhaps, instead of getting so literal with it, I might just state that if I could change anything, I’d get Mother Nature to get herself in check, and sort the weather out properly. Give the rain to the countries that need it the most – I’m lookin’ at you, Africa! And take more of that hot, sunny, dry weather further north to Europe. Nothing extreme, I’d just make sure that there are four distinct seasons again, and that it stays that way. I want nature and all that is in it to continue to survive and then thrive within more equalised ecosystems.

I don’t want to see any more David Attenborough documentaries talking about endangered animals dying in Africa because of the heat and the resulting lack of water. Sorry, nope. Not having it. Make it rain there, so they have water to drink and plants to eat. Make it rain so that third-world nations have much cleaner drinking water, and enriched soil so they can grow crops and feed themselves, rather than die from hunger and malnutrition.

Or maybe, I go one step further, and just give myself the power to close the hole in the ozone layer? That would probably assist with fixing a lot of problems. It’d help stop the polar ice-caps melting, it would help reduce global warming, but I think that there should be a trade off. If I give myself the power to fix the ozone layer, I should also be allowed to implement strategies and policies on earth that will also minimise greenhouse gasses which cause and exacerbate the hole in the ozone layer. Make it an international practice, and those who are non-compliant face heavy fines.

So really, I’m just being greedy, because I want a power that is two-fold.

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Daily Prompt – Connect The Dots

Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.

http://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/relationships/police-called-to-domestic-disturbance-find-young-couple-building-ikea-furniture/story-fnet0he2-1226757060618

The name of the article, says it all really.

Get rid of the baby, and the assembly-inducing tantrums are something that I am able to identify with quite easily. My partner in Crime, let’s refer to him as The Hulk, and I have certainly got more than our fair share of apartment furnishings from Ikea. It’s like gay mecca. And it’s all flatpacked. When we decided to move into our own place together, a lot of what we initially had came from whatever I had in storage at the time. And even then, a lot of that stuff were items that were either given to me from friends that were upgrading / replacing things (like the 2 Ikea couches I scored, plus a small fridge), or things that were simply left in my last share-house from previous housemates – like boxes of mismatched crockery and kitchen utensils, oh, and a dryer. But when we moved in together, rather than start our life together with an apartment full of mismatched items and old hand-me-downs, we wanted to start fresh. Start with new stuff.

Stuff that was ours.

First place was Ikea. And boy, have we gone to town in that place over the years. :-S

The real struggle that we had was trying to get flatpacks home to our previous apartment with Hulk’s previous sedan. With the backseat that didn’t fold down – just the centre arm-rest. This made our flat-pack shopping adventures quite a struggle sometimes trying to play Ikea Tetris in order to get everything to fit in the car.

Then the fun would be getting home, and having to carry everything up 2.5 flights of stairs. Oh the joy.

Sometimes, when it came to assembling our lovely new purchases, it was put off for a day (or four!) simply because it became too much of a chore to have to assemble anything after the exhausting process of trying to get it out of the car and up the stairs into the apartment.

Sometimes, we didn’t really have a choice and items needed to be assembled as soon as we got home (like the time we both put our feet on the coffee table and the shelf snapped in half… and then the leg broke!). Time to get a new one! Now, even though I may have assembled one before, I still feel the need to actually read the instructions for ANY Ikea project. Unless you’re from Africa, in which case, you can all read Swedish, apparently.

http://youtu.be/ophw0RM5Yc8?t=1m9s  <– for some reason I can’t create a link!?!

Hulk, on the other hand, sometimes like to draw upon his alpha-male (read: stubborn, arrogant, stupid) traits and just attempt to put things together, and then has a hissy-fit when it suddenly doesn’t work. I’m not saying that this happens frequently, but it has happened. He’s not necessarily one for reading instructions for almost, anything. That’s my job. That also means I get to take a small piece of joy in taking him down a few pegs when I point out that he is in fact wrong and he can’t work out why something hasn’t worked properly.

 

We now have an understanding that if he is ever assembling a Swedish flat-pack, I know to stay away to avoid the usual passive-aggressive moment, which leads to the stubborn “YOU’RE NOT DOING IT RIGHT!!!” “YES I AM!!” argument. 

And let’s just say, I’m always right. 😉 I read the instructions.

knock wood no cops have ever been called… although we don’t get to screaming point.

 

 

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