Conspiracy Theory: Shape Card(s)

An alien may be advising a sports/cards writer about provincial dangers of marketing imagery for Earthling (American) cuteness.

A sports culture superstition yarn, drawn from varied media, 

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I didn't want a laptop; I wanted a classic Power-Mac desktop for my Echelon studio where I'd make my sports cards treasure storyboards online in the post-9/11 era of Earth-tracks marks for commerce/media linked social media rhetoric/superstition. I wanted a classic Apple mouse to complement my desktop/desk, and I began writing, about my two very-special worldly sports-cards treasures, a Cal Ripken and Bo Jackson double-set. Ripken had become the Iron Man of American baseball, a Hall of Famer; likewise Bo, who excellence incredibly in two very different sports (baseball/football) as a Royal/Raider (wow). I wanted a full desktop to make this sportsmanship 'culture' superstition storyboard (for the Ego).

Maybe because I was so earnest in this pursuit of sports-culture excellence for the sheer magnetics of social activity linked Earth securities (capitalism/TV) rhetoric, I was contacted by a special messenger, a femme being from Mars ('Lady Endymion') who insisted I was some kind of prince-man of the fare-rich Blue Planet of incomplete-distances readings of the raw housing of fitness for commerce-life vanities (for the Ego!).

ENDYMION: Quite a fabulous set of double-cards ya got, Earth-man!

ME: Thanx, Lady.

ENDYMION: Still unsure if I'm a woman from Mars, eh?

ME: I guess so, but I guess I've no reason to suspect your inquiries here.

ENDYMION: Hey, it's just email, Earth-man!

ME: Proceed (I guess).

ENDYMION: Your tale about your Ripken/Bo cards is too rich, Earth-man.

ME: Thanx, Lady.

ENDYMION: I worry.

ME: What's it?

ENDYMION: Me thinks your long-draw of Iron Man and double-sport IQ is magma!

ME: Magma.

ENDYMION: Explosive, Earth-man; in deeds, you'll become a mythos-candidate.

ME: Mythos.

ENDYMION: You're an Algerian-American citizen Catholic and cyber-sports writer?

ME: You know it.

ENDYMION: Your neck of the woods ('Echelon') is racially plural/friendly?

ME: There's an Asian-pop here; but also a Caucasian ice-hockey pop too (so?).

ENDYMION: Ice-hockey?

ME: So?

ENDYMION: That's a sport/environment dominated by Caucasians, Earth-man.

ME: So?

ENDYMION: You're an immigrant (citizen) Catholic; one of your cards is hot.

ME: Hot.

ENDYMION: Bo Jackson's an African-American celebrity (ok).

ME: So?
ENDYMION: You write something too superstitious, it's potent gossip.

ME: What, like the local municipality will send a lynch-mob to root out liberals?

ENDYMION: Don't take my conspiracy-theory lightly...it's small-time economics.

ME: Facebook-like (maybe you're right).

What did Lady Endymion want? I couldn't but help take her ominous advice seriously, but to tell you the truth, I honestly didn't think she was actually some spying/communicating emailing alien-female from Mars appreciating my cyber-storyboard posts about my Ripken/Bo superstition magic (cards!). Maybe she was simply intrigued by the connection between sports and the 'ethos' of Western (American?) competition reflection (or symbolism?). Maybe she was just shocked (or amused?) that my collection of iconic athlete-imagery for culture languages cast me as something of a 'Thomas Nast' of sports-environment lasers, for a post-9/11 era Earth/West of readings of activity drawn customs-democracy (for the Ego). I hope I made the right decisions...for engineering patriotism (Facebook-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)