Evil Monkey Cares Not

Evil Monkey:I care not.Jeff:Why not?Evil Monkey:I don't care if SF is dying. Everything's dying. Everything's decaying and coming back. Sometimes it comes back as a ghost, but even a ghost has a story to tell.Jeff:It does seem as if this rant comes up all the time. It made me want to vomit.Evil Monkey:Because it upset you so?Jeff:Because it was like chewing old cardboard reading it. I couldn't keep it down it was so familiar.Evil Monkey:That just means you're old.Jeff:That just means I remember things more than five minutes.Evil Monkey:Everyone loves the new shiny. To love the new shiny, the old decrepit must suck. Even though the new shiny will soon be old decrepit.Jeff:Everything sucks if you're standing at the butt-end of a century looking back. Every last damn thing. Nothing's good enough. It's all futile.Evil Monkey:That doesn't mean anything. That just means you're tired. And kinda stupid.Jeff:Where have you been, anyway?Evil Monkey:Someone said they didn't like me.Jeff:So what?Evil Monkey:I dunno. It just made me go away for awhile.Jeff:Someone almost killed you!Evil Monkey:No. I'm back. It just took awhile. And I crapped in their shoes. And if they ever do it again, I will do much more than crap in their shoes.Jeff:Fair enough. So, what's next?Evil Monkey:The next thing?Jeff:Will it be shiny?Evil Monkey:No. It'll be messed up and totally wrong and it'll be scowling and rancid and it won't care what anyone thinks of it and it'll get inside your head and won't come out and no one will recognize it they'll be so busy with the shiny-shiny.Jeff:Will we be alive to see it?Evil Monkey:I will. You'll be entombed inside a hollowed-out copy of your book of weird.Jeff:Will Ann be there besides me?Evil Monkey:No. She's too smart.