Origin Fan Fiction

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They found a new world.
They came on a one way trip to make it their home. A new world where they could plant their hopes and dreams and watch them grow.
They said it was a lot like ‘home’ but this was the only home I’d ever known. I never knew the world they left behind. I was born in the sky. I took my first steps among the shelters built on blocks and palettes.
In no time I had run of the town. Everyone in the settlement was friendly or friendly enough and in a place so new there was always something going on, a thousand things that needed doing. As a child helping was novel experience. As I got older it quickly became expected. People explored all the time but I never got much further than the tree lines around the little town. I was told that it wasn’t safe in the woods. It wasn’t even safe to go in the tall grass. And I tended to listen.
Once I ventured into some weeds down by the big pond and saw a monster.
I thought I did. My father heard my cries was there in a moment by my side to see what was wrong. I didn’t know what the thing was. The little ‘turtle-like’ creature was something completely new to me. To me it was a monster. I’d never seen such a thing, so entirely alien. It was scaly, with a big crinkly green shell on its back and big black glassy eyes staring up at me from the water’s edge. Fortunately I hadn’t seen the others nearby, especially the significantly larger mother beast grazing, tending her young.
This thing. It was so weird. Wasn’t it? Wasn’t it a monster?
Certainly not, he’d told me. It was no kind of monster at all. It couldn’t be.
But why not?
They’re harmless. They move slowly and they only eat plants. They’re of no harm to people. And he beckoned to it and it walked closer to us. It wasn’t afraid. Neither was he. It can’t be a monster. Anything that fits in your pocket can’t be a monster.

Vacation – Part 1

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I’m going to tell the world a little about my vacation.  Something tells me I should.  And while I’m not certain that I should, I’m fully aware that I can.

I haven’t been on a vacation that I’m aware of for quite some time.  This particular vacation took me to the Orlando, Florida, area from the 7th to the 17th with an initial stay over in Philadelphia where I joined up with my sister for the drive down to Florida.

That is a long drive.  Not including our stops it was about 18 hours of driving (we split it over two days).  I took the train to Philadelphia and she met me at the station.  To glaze over, we had dinner and went to the grocery store and her five dogs pooped and peed everywhere and I did the dishes because I’m that kind of guy and I practiced psychiatry without a license and prescribed over the counter treatments for her significant other.

I think it worked out pretty well. Continue reading →

Vacation

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A short blurb. I’ve told myself a longer elucidation of the events of this vacation will be published for mass consumption but judging from my previous post… things don’t look too good.

At any rate. I’ve found my energy quickly wanes on vacations. Partially I blame this hot but pleasantly dry Florida sun. But, I’ve also realized that on my vacations, I do thousands of times more activities of any given type from theme parks to shopping to swimming or moving from location to location at all… thousands of times more than when I’m at home carrying on.

I said to myself – I need to interrupt my vacation so I have the energy to continue my vacation!

Gracious me… what a mad world I’ve made for myself.

OMG. U Liek blllogging?

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Not sure.

There are things that I could blog, and would blog, and occasionally SHOULD blog that I don’t.

Rarely do I.

If we’re all lucky, or unlucky, I tweet things now.

And I really must address the way this blog handles tweets… I definitely don’t like it as it is…

But as is so very trite, I will break down and blog about blogging.

Most of the time the issue is that the ideas or thoughts escape me, and quite often this escape is almost literal – I fight sometimes to hang onto the ideas and they get away anyhow. And then a lot of the time I just plain forget. Even when I write things down, if I ever happen to glance back at my notations I am not too interested in retyping let alone fleshing out the idea which by that time is barely a lace of the concept it once was.

I’d like to. It’d probably be entertaining to myself and others. It would probably serve a therapeutic function, as I’m certain it does for so many.

It might even help me keep track of things that I will invariably forget.

I could even win the Guiness Record for most unnecessary returns inserted rather gracefully into an online publication.

or something.

But one issue I’m aware of is that often… I bore me. So it gets tricky to write down my stuff.

At the moment. I’m on vacation. See post you’ve probably already seen.

SO DOOMED and other thoughts

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First of all, I’ll get out of the way that as of this post, welcome to a pretty but unimaginative new look for the site. This is the attractive styling of the newly instated default theme for WordPress installations: Twenty Ten. I like it. It’s pretty. I haven’t even bothered to change the header image just yet.

With that said, moving onward: I am totally Doomed.

I made shrimpy pasta two days ago (I know, I checked my tweets.) I saved some, as I was not hungry enough or endowed with a large enough stomach to eat all that I had prepared. A mere two days later I find myself scarfing down the remainder, heated from its chill in the fridge.

And it looks like that was a bad idea.

I’m sitting here, blogging, a ticking time bomb. I can feel inside me that something went wrong and I’m totally going to be so sick. The food didn’t smell bad, it didn’t look bad, and I heated it up in a perfectly acceptable manner (fry pan and extra virgin olive oil) but I know. I know it’s all down hill from here.

I’ve taken my pepto bismol. I’ve brought the ginger ale out of the basement to the main fridge. I know where the chicken soup is.

But it’s the waiting.

And! And and and! Even if I’m not going to be sick I’m going to be sick anyway! Because the mind is a powerful thing and if I truly believe I’m going to be sick and I’m wrong, it won’t matter. Because I wasn’t going to be sick but I believe so fervently that I am that I’ll probably make myself sick.

Double screwed.

And now we wait.