Ever seen a picture of a circular space habitat? Chances are it was a Stanford Torus:
Header image: The Return to Abalakin by Alexander Preuss
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Dork Blue
I went out to get a dark blue hat, but now people tell me it’s dork blue…
Half a Word
I’ve selected three letters in a six-letter word, and in the status bar, it says I’ve selected 1 word. Shouldn’t it say I’ve selected ½ words?
He’s the kind of person…
He’s the kind of person that would bring a gun to a knife fight and a pizzeria to a bar fight…
There was once a young lady, quite bright
There was once a young lady, quite bright
who could travel much faster than light
she departed one day
in a relative way
and returned on the previous night
Anonymous (+ some artistic freedoms…)
Lascaux Cave
Every new neighbor has drilled in the concrete wall adjacent to my living room. I imagine it’s a virtual Lascaux Cave in that place by now.
Rainy days with ice cream
Judge: Since this is a rainy day you’re looking at life in prison, son. Bring me ice cream and we might slap a possibility of parole on it…
World Building Snafu
I’m spending a couple of hours creating a song I’m thinking might be sung in the story somewhere. It’s really nice, and I even have a translation. Just a few verses but enough to get the job done (after all, I’m not writing a songbook!)
Then I take a step back and realize a problem: the thing is written in the wrong language! These people wouldn’t sing in this language!
Oh, snap!
Fortunately, with the pretty nice translation, and the fact that if I haven’t used the word before, I can bend and twist it to my liking (and my grammar rules will bend and twist right back… yeah yeah…) it wasn’t that hard to make a new “translation”.
Yay for effective writing! (Ok! Ok! But I am having fun! That’s gotta count for something! Right?)
Helen Back
Helen Back walks into a bar.
“You look like you could need a drink,” says the bartender.
She gives him a tired glare.
“You look like you could need a drink,” says the bartender.
She gives him a tired glare.
If you don’t like what I write
If you don’t like what I write, you can take comfort in the fact that I don’t like what you think.
