When at last they parted, Freedi was grinning slyly at Mona, keeping her hands firmly planted on her friend's waist and leering down at her. "My, how we have grown." "Don't!" Mona half-pleaded, brushing Freedi's hands aside. "What? I was just gonna comment about the size of your rack. You've gotten pretty busty, haven't you?" … Continue reading On New Year’s Day 004 – Winding Up
The Author stepped out of a brightly lit antique elevator onto the London city sidewalk. He clicked the end of his pen and the elevator sank out of sight, leaving only the dingy concrete of a largely abandoned alleyway behind it. He glanced around quickly to make sure no one was watching him, and then … Continue reading On New Year’s Day 003 – The Pre-Title Sequence
I have, at this time, a small but steady readership of approximately zero regular readers. That’s not quite thew whole truth, but you know how these things go, There have indeed been a few people who have championed my writing at one point or another over the last… call it twenty years [consisting mainly of … Continue reading The Boy Who Flipped Stuff, pt 1
Mona stood at the end of the walkway of the quiet Cambridge cottage house and brushed at her pantsuit, anxious to look as flawless as possible. She was a little self-conscious about her figure, having put on several pounds since the last time Freedi had seen her. It wasn't that traveling with the Author left … Continue reading On New Year’s Day 002 – Homecoming
All is quiet on New Year's Day A world in white gets underway I want to be with you Be with you night and day Nothing changes on New Year's Day On New Year's Day ~ Adam Clayton/David Howell Evans, from New Years’s Day (U2 - War; 1983) Points of Departure Mona crammed her favourite … Continue reading On New Year’s Day 001 – Points of Departure
The thing about ecosystems is, they all have their own common currencies. A common element or substance that all transactions seem to center around, like water, or money, or grain, or in the case of most primates who still live in trees, there are figs. Figs are not only the ripened fruit grown in the … Continue reading FIGS II
Let me ask you something: If you were being lied to every day, by everyone you know, about every single thing you have ever thought or believed to be true, do you really think you’d know the difference? Do you really? Because, isn’t the point that you would never have known it to be any … Continue reading Save It For Later
[NOTES: This entry is clearly an unlicensed H2G2 fanfic, improvised wildly several years ago on one of my now-moribund LiveJournal accounts, taken from an innocuous drabble-writing prompt the nature of which I’ve since forgotten. I composed this piece (FYI: and freshly spruced up and re-edited for 2019. ~Ed.) principally to amuse my friends. Since we’re … Continue reading supplemental: The Heavy Skies of Squontashorus [a fanfic]
Better Dying Through Chemistry The first time you Die is the scariest. But then, every time after that is almost as scary. It feels unbelievably liberating, but you never quite shake the feeling that it's a dangerous state to be in. When you walk freely in Ghost Space, you see the entire world around you … Continue reading Ghost Story 001-002
“We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them.” ~ Albert Einstein “The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.” ~ Carl Sagan … Continue reading Genius
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