In which there’s a recipe. Sort of. After my last post, I went to the kitchen feeling poor and dejected. I knew I had corn tortillas, some cheese, and half a can of refried beans in the fridge. I figured I’d nuke the beans and have a taco or two. AGAIN. Instead, I made enchiladas! […]
In which I do a meme. A quick google doesn’t reveal to me where it came from originally, but the 12 of 12 idea is that on the 12th day of the month you take 12 pictures and put ’em on the innertubes. Vuboq does it sometimes. It’s what I did today. Behold, twelve images […]
In which I’M dieting, so YOU get to look at pictures of food. Here’s my breakfast! Only 400 calories! Here’s some soup I had the other day! That soup was good! GAWD I MISS THAT SOUP! Hmm, soup. Oh, yeah, this was really good, too: And this: And this: And this: AW HELL! Oh, wait! […]
In which there’s a finale. (See chapter 4.) 25. “Oh dude,” I said. “That would be awesome. I don’t know how to test the water, or if the soil will support earth seeds–” “I can teach you,” the baby said. “I have knowledge that was supposed to be accessible to you.” Someone on my comm […]
In which there’s a fourth chapter. (Go to chapter 3.) 19. “My dome? What?” I replied, grabbing my helmet so I could actually talk to the guy. “What do you mean?” “There’s something wrong with the cameras, Fred,” someone said calmly. “It’s a fucking Martian! Ye gods, even worse: some bastard child of human DNA […]
In which there’s a third installment. (Back to chapter 2.) 13. Every single day I cursed my wretched, useless public school education. Why didn’t I know basic chemistry? Why didn’t I know how to test melted Martian ice for drinkability? Why didn’t I know what was poisonous and what wasn’t? Why did I need a […]
In which there is a second installment. (Back to chapter 1.) 7. It took my stupid-tired self about fifty minutes to shut down the dome. I didn’t want the bodies exposed to air and heat; they’d just rot. Somebody would want this site preserved for forensics or something. Maybe. Plus it was a waste of […]
In which there’s a short story, apropos of nothing. 1. His name was Randy and he was a total pud, but he was so big and lurking and earnest that putting up with him had the advantage of keeping all the other jobless, vid-playing puds out of my personal orbit. “I’m going because it’ll be […]
In which I share the story of my 2010 pilgrimage to Mother’s feet. Guru brahma gurur visnuh gurudevo mahesvarah guru saksat parambrahma tasmai srigurave namah (I prostrate to that Sri Guru who is Brahma, Vishnu, and God Maheshwara, and who is verily the Supreme Absolute Itself.) At the very front of the archana book, there […]
