Just had a curious thought while I was glancing at the DA front page a minute ago -- Cultures are remembered by the art they leave behind. Three thousand years from now, suppose an archeologist uncovers the stuff we're producing now. They'll see our furries, and our superheroes, and our piles and piles of homoerotic art. In some cases they'll find combinations of all the above. They'll see our fan-arts of videogame characters. They'll see our Tolkein fantasies and our Shirow sci-fi's. But in three thousand years, with the map rewritten a dozen times over and all pop-culture context long forgotten, what will they make of all these things?

Will we be known as worshippers of the Nintendo Pantheon, praying for the Hero of Time to come again to save us from our tribulations? Will we have harbored spirit-animal identities? Will we have been the great, forgotten culture that raised glittering skyscrapers, communed with alien life, and mastered space-travel and the creation of artificial humans? Will we be the next Ancient Romans and be reknowned for our jaw-droppingly bizarre sexual practices? Will the Silmarillion be a holy text?

Me, I'm banking on a bright future for those perplexed archeologists learning anew how their ancestors wore spandex to channel aspects of The Super Man.

In other news, Photoshop is sitting idle with a neglected landscape painting I'm supposed to working on instead of typing this.