"American planes, full of holes and wounded men and corpses, took off backwards from an airfield in England. Over France, a few German fighter planes flew at them backwards, sucked bullets and shell fragments from some of the planes and crewmen. They did the same for wrecked American bombers on the ground, and those planes flew up backwards to join the formation.The formation flew backwards over a German city that was in flames. The bombers opened their bomb bay doors, exerted a miraculous magnetism which shrunk the fires, gathered them into cylindrical steel containers, and lifted the containers into the bellies of the planes. The Germans below had miraculous devices of their own, which were long steel tubes. They used them to suck more fragments from the crewmen and planes. But there were still a few wounded Americans, though, and some of the bombers were in bad repair. Over France, though, German fighters came up again, made everything and everybody as good as new.When the bombers got back to their base, the steel cylinders were taken from the racks and shipped back to the United States of America, where factories were operating night and day, dismantling the cylinders, separating the dangerous contents into minerals. Touchingly, it was mainly women who did this work. The minerals were then shipped to specialists in remote areas. It was their business to put them into the ground, to hide them cleverly, so they would never hurt anybody ever again."

Greetings from Tralfamadore!
Here you are, trapped in another blob of amber. It was your fate to read this.
You have always been reading this, and you always will be.
It's time to prescribe some corrective lenses for you Earthlings; So let's get started!
Alright, alright, I am not an alien. I consider myself as such, though.
This is Marié from Mr. Lynn's 7th period English class.
I'm supposed to be "blogging" but I will be "blobbing" instead. What's that? You may ask.


I'm not going to pretend that this idea is original. It's Vonnegut's. In his novel Slaughterhouse Five, the image of bugs trapped in amber is a microcosm of our world in a split second. Likewise, this blog will (hopefully) capture our thoughts and, perhaps conflicting, opinions, I hold at the time I post.
Let the blobbing commence!