I always got a kick out of Walt Disney, after his death, being frozen in time in a cryonic vat.   Thinking of the animator of Mickey Mouse and Goofy in suspended animation always gave me a small kick.  But, I realize now, suspended animation is nothing to smile about.

That smile frozen on my face, reminiscent of a nauseated Woody Allen displaying existential dread, is like the expression they warned you about in school– if someone slaps you on the back your face is gonna stay like dat!

It’s not as if I’m putting all of my chips on this next roll of the dice, not as though not creating a winning ad to raise a substantial sum of money to hire the people I need to turn my program into a business will end this dream.  OK, it will pretty much end this dream, but that’s life, right?

Ted Williams, that tall, thin, angry perfectionist, is in two cryonic vats in a facility in Scottsdale, Arizona.  His head is in one, waiting for the day they can revive it and grow a new body from his cells.  His trunk is in another, waiting for I know not what.