Monday, July 21, 2008
I drive everywhere now
Not by choice, believe me. And one of the side-effects is that I don't take many photos anymore. I managed to snap this one a couple weeks ago.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
We'll give you a complex and we'll give it a name
From the song "Measuring Cups"
Road Trip
“I’m not touching you.”
Suzy’s finger hovered in front of her sister Sharon’s face. Sharon didn’t even blink. It didn’t phase her anymore, not at this point in the trip.
“I’m not touching you I’m not touching you I’m not touching you.”
Sharon closed her eyes. A billion colonization vessels were making this trip—why did her parents have to book passage on the one hunk of junk that didn’t have functional sleep automators?
Above Sharon’s shut eyelids, Suzy was dangling a loogie. “Ahm nod tod-jing oo…”
Nine hundred miles down, only one-hundred-and-ninety-nine million, nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine thousand, one hundred to go.
Elizabeth's story
Road Trip
“I’m not touching you.”
Suzy’s finger hovered in front of her sister Sharon’s face. Sharon didn’t even blink. It didn’t phase her anymore, not at this point in the trip.
“I’m not touching you I’m not touching you I’m not touching you.”
Sharon closed her eyes. A billion colonization vessels were making this trip—why did her parents have to book passage on the one hunk of junk that didn’t have functional sleep automators?
Above Sharon’s shut eyelids, Suzy was dangling a loogie. “Ahm nod tod-jing oo…”
Nine hundred miles down, only one-hundred-and-ninety-nine million, nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine thousand, one hundred to go.
Elizabeth's story
Monday, July 14, 2008
He deals in commodities of the abstract sort
from "Banking on a Myth"
Card Tricks
“Pick a card, any card!”
The Astounding Karloff grinned widely as he fanned the deck. Michael stared back, mouth gaping slightly, as he stretched out his hand toward the middle of the fan.
“Are you sure that’s the one you want?” Karloff asked, giving the child a knowing look.
Michael hesitated, then let his hand drift to the right, never taking his eyes from Karloff’s, looking for a sign that he was making the right choice.
“Good!” Karloff exclaimed, once Michael had settled on the third-to-last card from the conjurer thumb. “Now, don’t show me—your parents are getting divorced?"
A in a bizarre twist of something, Elizabeth and I wrote about different lines. You can still read her story, though.
Also, I have blogger's guilt. I can make excuses like, "I was out of town" and "I was apartment-hunting, and those bastards are good at hiding," and I really was busy all last week, had only night at home...so, yes, I guess I will make those excuses.
Card Tricks
“Pick a card, any card!”
The Astounding Karloff grinned widely as he fanned the deck. Michael stared back, mouth gaping slightly, as he stretched out his hand toward the middle of the fan.
“Are you sure that’s the one you want?” Karloff asked, giving the child a knowing look.
Michael hesitated, then let his hand drift to the right, never taking his eyes from Karloff’s, looking for a sign that he was making the right choice.
“Good!” Karloff exclaimed, once Michael had settled on the third-to-last card from the conjurer thumb. “Now, don’t show me—your parents are getting divorced?"
A in a bizarre twist of something, Elizabeth and I wrote about different lines. You can still read her story, though.
Also, I have blogger's guilt. I can make excuses like, "I was out of town" and "I was apartment-hunting, and those bastards are good at hiding," and I really was busy all last week, had only night at home...so, yes, I guess I will make those excuses.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
For those who are curious
I'm currently in the process of writing the longest piece of fiction I've written in ages. It's somewhere over 2,500 words right now, with a ways to go yet. I'm not exactly sure which way that is anymore, and I'm at the point where I'm going to have to start experimenting with plot lines. Taking this much time to write something is new-ish for me (as is the length); I usually know exactly where I'm going--or think I do, anyway, and if I get stuck, that often unfortunately the end. But I really like what I've written so far so I'm committed to seeing this one through.
I'm not writing quite every day; the current drabble project with Elizabeth is helping, though.
Anyway, just an update. I'm in Austin this weekend for some blues dancins. Have a good holiday, everyone!
I'm not writing quite every day; the current drabble project with Elizabeth is helping, though.
Anyway, just an update. I'm in Austin this weekend for some blues dancins. Have a good holiday, everyone!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Whiskey-plied voices cried, "Fratricide!"
From the song "Fake Palindromes"
Fair’s Fair
Armed with pitchforks and axes, Bramford’s menfolk raced up the mountainside to rid their town of the menacing beast, each ready to do his part—once they’d agreed to divide up equally any loot the monster left behind.
They found the demon asleep and fell upon it. Their work was bloody but quick.
Behind the vanquished beast they saw no jewels, no gold. Instead, a maiden, unconscious, lay amidst a pile of bones.
The men began to grumble. “What about our agreement?” someone yelled. Old Sal, their leader, sighed. With a shrug, he removed the hunting knife from his belt.
Elizabeth's story
Fair’s Fair
Armed with pitchforks and axes, Bramford’s menfolk raced up the mountainside to rid their town of the menacing beast, each ready to do his part—once they’d agreed to divide up equally any loot the monster left behind.
They found the demon asleep and fell upon it. Their work was bloody but quick.
Behind the vanquished beast they saw no jewels, no gold. Instead, a maiden, unconscious, lay amidst a pile of bones.
The men began to grumble. “What about our agreement?” someone yelled. Old Sal, their leader, sighed. With a shrug, he removed the hunting knife from his belt.
Elizabeth's story
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