Important emails were being sent from this peripheral unit last night. So that brings me to Little Brother's laptop. A $1.5K outfit behest by the HIll School. Nothing too extraordinary; none of our neighbors have free open wifi. So, that's what a starbucks is for. Or an Eastern/DC2NY/ Megabus for Internet four hours straight, between DC and New York, if an electric plug is provided.
Now an important topic that I never brought up to you. It was one of those metal mixing bowls, with two round latches on the side. So, to melt the butter, I put the metal thing in the microwave for ten seconds. I take it out with paper towel. It is cool to touch. Then a finger touches a round loophole. Yoken Yikes! I suffered an annoying second degree burn on the finger. It sure made writing tough for a week- and it could have been worse. So don't do it. Take the time to transfer the butter. Somehow, the loops attracted radiation, because that's what metal coils do. Same with dark, round tattoos in an MRI, as I read a scientific paper on. Same goes for putting cell phones in one, too.
So then, I come down to freewriting novels. Namely, the long-term novel. I am capable of wrting pages in 10 minutes, but I cancelled those pages from the master plan because it could be better. Anyway, if I had the time, I could theoretically write cheap novels in a three-day weekend. But I don't. Yes, and when one becomes a good writer, people expect the best. JK Rowling had a writer's bloc/block. Yes, every word has to be good. Same with my lit, but I haven't yet set the bar for myself, yet. An experience today made me think of Opera. Two JV soccer players come by. One wants to chat with me. The other cares less, especially since I started the novella which portrayed him as a flawed character. We three are dudes, so I decide to switch the dualist's name to Delora, which already resembles his common nomenclature, but in dame form. And here we can go in a typical Bully lover serves tough love to dame. Dame looks to the darling guy (who has more dough and charm) And we go on for two hours as Delora the Soprano sings high above the guy-fight. Happy ending. The End.
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Thursday, January 31, 2008
New York Weekend for under...
Scheduled outage at 4:30 PM PST, again.
Now that you know how to get to New York for under twenty dollars, I think you can also stay the weekend and get back for under $100, inclusive, without sleeping in the Subway. I couldn't tell you everything about it now, because I would not include all the ethnic places at discount prices. Even if I discouraged you from going to a whole list of these enclaves because of crime, I couldn't eliminate honestly. So basically, I could toss you the stay-close-to-Chinatown version, but I couldn't go into detail about, say, Little Jamaica. But it basically involves taking a Chinatown bus, eating cheaply in an immigrant enclave, and sleep in some Jersey City turnpike stop with the coupon you found in the travelers' hotel savings guide, which you picked up at the rest stop. It can be done, I believe. I'll try it sometime...maybe in three years.
Now that you know how to get to New York for under twenty dollars, I think you can also stay the weekend and get back for under $100, inclusive, without sleeping in the Subway. I couldn't tell you everything about it now, because I would not include all the ethnic places at discount prices. Even if I discouraged you from going to a whole list of these enclaves because of crime, I couldn't eliminate honestly. So basically, I could toss you the stay-close-to-Chinatown version, but I couldn't go into detail about, say, Little Jamaica. But it basically involves taking a Chinatown bus, eating cheaply in an immigrant enclave, and sleep in some Jersey City turnpike stop with the coupon you found in the travelers' hotel savings guide, which you picked up at the rest stop. It can be done, I believe. I'll try it sometime...maybe in three years.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Continued
The King then took me on a tour of his grand dwelling. I asked him, of course in old English, what he was most afraid of. "The end of my reign when I die." He explained that he needed to get an immortality machine so he would never end up like his minions in the grave. We then returned to the work shop that looked like Santa's. "Done yet?" demanded the king. "Ready now."said the elfs. The king told his squire to summon his court.
The whole room was filled with the extended family within a few minutes. The king proclaimed proudly about the machine. "No longer shall the inevitable happen to our family." So greedily he tested the device on his beloved stallion and his in-laws. They climbed into the stone box and the king fiddled with colored buttons. A few minutes later, the door opened and out oozed a slimy liquid. The king took a peek, timidly. He then drew his mighty dagger and held it to the squire's neck. "Now look what you have done. If death doesn't take me, then my own people are the only people that will. For I have trusted you and your inferior people for years. Now I know, and I was foolish for tolerating you here. Death to you, and away with your scoundrel type." He lifted his dagger above the crowd. I interrupted. "Dear host, whilst you want the impossible for your day, why don't you come to my time, where there is proven immortality." The king agreed so. He opened the main gates to let his people go outside in freedom to build civilization.
The king opened a heavy door. "Here is my aircraft. I built it myself, with a little help from my people. I think it goes really fast." The King beckoned me into his craft with himself and his dearest family. I pointed the aircraft towards the west, and we sped through time.
In my time, I thanked the king as a courtesy. "Take my royal dagger as a memory of me. I thank you for preserving my empire." I made a little ceremony of it, waived goodbye to everyone, and walked towards my house. After all, I was only away for a short while.
And the best part was that I got some original video footage from the medieval period.
The whole room was filled with the extended family within a few minutes. The king proclaimed proudly about the machine. "No longer shall the inevitable happen to our family." So greedily he tested the device on his beloved stallion and his in-laws. They climbed into the stone box and the king fiddled with colored buttons. A few minutes later, the door opened and out oozed a slimy liquid. The king took a peek, timidly. He then drew his mighty dagger and held it to the squire's neck. "Now look what you have done. If death doesn't take me, then my own people are the only people that will. For I have trusted you and your inferior people for years. Now I know, and I was foolish for tolerating you here. Death to you, and away with your scoundrel type." He lifted his dagger above the crowd. I interrupted. "Dear host, whilst you want the impossible for your day, why don't you come to my time, where there is proven immortality." The king agreed so. He opened the main gates to let his people go outside in freedom to build civilization.
The king opened a heavy door. "Here is my aircraft. I built it myself, with a little help from my people. I think it goes really fast." The King beckoned me into his craft with himself and his dearest family. I pointed the aircraft towards the west, and we sped through time.
In my time, I thanked the king as a courtesy. "Take my royal dagger as a memory of me. I thank you for preserving my empire." I made a little ceremony of it, waived goodbye to everyone, and walked towards my house. After all, I was only away for a short while.
And the best part was that I got some original video footage from the medieval period.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Storytime
Since today was as typical of a day I would ever get, (asides from getting out of school 40 minutes early because an assembly went way too short) I would do a special story time.
You probably not heard of it yet, but on my last major adventure I made big history. First off, I already set a record as the first person to time-travel. What is this time-travel device I am talking about? It in fact does not look like a box. It in fact, and is, an ex-military supersonic jet. I bought it cheap online, added a miniature oil refinery, because there was no airplane fuel before the industrial revolution. So this is my time machine. Einstein calculated that time-travel was impossible. I thought so at first, but if you could arrive in New York before you left London, about half an hour to be exact, on a Concorde, can't one multiply that and go back a day, more? So I did the test. The following story is my representation. Of course the people talked in their native dialect, but why should I tarry so?
I took my plane and flew it towards the west. I broke the sound barrier over the Pacific and pushed the engine as fast as I could get it to go. By the time I had to land to refuel, I was already a week in the past, said the airport clock. It was working. I was crazy, I wanted to go back as far as I could, even if it meant for me to become trapped in the old days. It was a sincere desire; I sat in that seat, making an occasional fuel stop. By some time, proper runways turned to dirt fields and then landing on some flat plain. My plane nearly got destroyed when I tried to land on the western front. Bad mistake. So it went swell. Past the 1800's, 1700's, 1600's, until the year 1256, according to my hand held gadget that calculated relative time versus speed and all that jazz. My plane just would not take off the ground. Then I realized, why don't I just enjoy the moment. Of course I landed near a castle, for there was no easier way to find that valued bacon grease that kings eat, so that I might use as fuel. I have never been in a castle before, so I walked up to the moat. The guards lowered the bridge and opened the gates for me to enter to the sound of trumpets. “We have been waiting for you to come for the last century.” said Squiria, the king's assistant. "Our king wants us to build a time machine, and a whole list of other gadgets. But thanks to you, we can be set free." "So?", I asked. "You're here. You have relieved our mandate. "Squiria shall oversee that he shall bring a person from the future to our castle as part of project #34, proclaimed as Time Vacuum." Squiria said; "We were forced here, our people know that this is an impossible feat. That is why. It is so lucky you came, that I and others may return to the outside world." "But why was that King, so nice to me, so mean to you?" I asked. "He is afraid of the inevitable. About 20 years ago, when he learned about one way that he would be no better than us, he became afraid. He ordered his servants to round up anyone who was conscious and lock them in his castle to build something to protect himself."
T.B.C.
You probably not heard of it yet, but on my last major adventure I made big history. First off, I already set a record as the first person to time-travel. What is this time-travel device I am talking about? It in fact does not look like a box. It in fact, and is, an ex-military supersonic jet. I bought it cheap online, added a miniature oil refinery, because there was no airplane fuel before the industrial revolution. So this is my time machine. Einstein calculated that time-travel was impossible. I thought so at first, but if you could arrive in New York before you left London, about half an hour to be exact, on a Concorde, can't one multiply that and go back a day, more? So I did the test. The following story is my representation. Of course the people talked in their native dialect, but why should I tarry so?
I took my plane and flew it towards the west. I broke the sound barrier over the Pacific and pushed the engine as fast as I could get it to go. By the time I had to land to refuel, I was already a week in the past, said the airport clock. It was working. I was crazy, I wanted to go back as far as I could, even if it meant for me to become trapped in the old days. It was a sincere desire; I sat in that seat, making an occasional fuel stop. By some time, proper runways turned to dirt fields and then landing on some flat plain. My plane nearly got destroyed when I tried to land on the western front. Bad mistake. So it went swell. Past the 1800's, 1700's, 1600's, until the year 1256, according to my hand held gadget that calculated relative time versus speed and all that jazz. My plane just would not take off the ground. Then I realized, why don't I just enjoy the moment. Of course I landed near a castle, for there was no easier way to find that valued bacon grease that kings eat, so that I might use as fuel. I have never been in a castle before, so I walked up to the moat. The guards lowered the bridge and opened the gates for me to enter to the sound of trumpets. “We have been waiting for you to come for the last century.” said Squiria, the king's assistant. "Our king wants us to build a time machine, and a whole list of other gadgets. But thanks to you, we can be set free." "So?", I asked. "You're here. You have relieved our mandate. "Squiria shall oversee that he shall bring a person from the future to our castle as part of project #34, proclaimed as Time Vacuum." Squiria said; "We were forced here, our people know that this is an impossible feat. That is why. It is so lucky you came, that I and others may return to the outside world." "But why was that King, so nice to me, so mean to you?" I asked. "He is afraid of the inevitable. About 20 years ago, when he learned about one way that he would be no better than us, he became afraid. He ordered his servants to round up anyone who was conscious and lock them in his castle to build something to protect himself."
T.B.C.
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