Nathan tagged me with a meme, and being a good patient friend (and I loves me a good meme), I've decided to participate, with one exception. I don't tag people on memes. But I really don't mind being tagged, so don't worry about making me cranky if you decide to tag me.
Meme rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules.
3. Write six things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post by linking to their blog. (not gonna do it)
5. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their sites. (see comment on end of rule 4)
6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
Six unimportant things about me
1. I love makeup. I sometimes think about getting a cosmetology license so I can buy MAC at the Pro stores with the professional discount.
2. I've never seen my MIL naked.
3. I like irises.
4. I match my underwear colors and/or patterns.
5. I can raise one eyebrow like Spock.
6. I can't use a razor with any skills, so I wax. Less blood and scarring.
I seem to have focused on grooming, but that's because I just got out of the shower.
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Sunday, April 27, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Sophie From Shinola - Part 32 (?)
"Sophie, dear, are you still blended?"
"Yes, we are. Who are you?"
“I’m the designer”
“Not the Narrator?”
“No, the Narrator is Tim, Mr. Pratt to you. You may call me Dave.”
“As long as we don’t call you late to dinner?”
“Ha ha. You think you’re awfully clever, don’t you? Don’t call me Al.”
Actually, Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink was one of the cleverest entities currently existing in the multiverse, able to intersect across the planes and interact through space time. Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink was bored with chit-chat from yet another disembodied voice, and part of her wondered if maybe the real Sophie was the one receiving treatment for severe paranoid schizophrenia.
“Well, what do you want from us? Everyone seems to think we can do something, but when we just about are ready to make a move, the ground shifts from under us. If you’re so powerful, why don’t you just take care of the problem?”
“I wish it were that easy. I can’t tap into the energy of the multiverse the way your linked selves can. I knew of the possibility, but I was not able to do it myself. I am a coach, and you, my dears, are my star athlete.”
As the designer continued, he explained to Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink that the disorientation and confusion they were feeling was a sign of the imminent disintegration of all space and time. As the designer described his plan, Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink shuddered as it felt another fluctuation through the meta-temporal continuum. Now it knew that the ripples would escalate, becoming waves that would eventually tear a rift in the fabrics of the universes, creating a cascade of destruction culminating in the dissolution of all matter.
This struggle against entropy and chaos was the purpose for which they had been created, each with their individual strengths and abilities, creating a whole greater than the sum of its parts. The designer had carefully manipulated events to bring these beings together. Their ability to manipulate matter and draw on the ambient energies of the multiverse while interacting across the possibilities meant that Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink truly was the only one who could save mankind from the absolute destruction that the Tregethans would unleash. The short-sighted Tregethans didn’t realize that their actions would destroy themselves as well as the pesky beryllium miners.
“Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink – will you reach across the possibilities and retrieve Vogon poetry? It may be the only effective weapon we can use to stop the Tregethans.”
“We’re afraid we can’t do that, Dave. Vogon poetry is vile. There must be a better way”
“Dammit, I created you for this purpose; you will do as I direct.”
“Not while we’re alive.”
“No, you’re not. You’ll be stone dead in a moment.”
“We’re not dead yet.”
“Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink, it’s time to die. But you have to choose, just them, or us and them?”
The mélange of Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink knew the time of decision was here, and knew that they must not fear.
"Yes, we are. Who are you?"
“I’m the designer”
“Not the Narrator?”
“No, the Narrator is Tim, Mr. Pratt to you. You may call me Dave.”
“As long as we don’t call you late to dinner?”
“Ha ha. You think you’re awfully clever, don’t you? Don’t call me Al.”
Actually, Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink was one of the cleverest entities currently existing in the multiverse, able to intersect across the planes and interact through space time. Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink was bored with chit-chat from yet another disembodied voice, and part of her wondered if maybe the real Sophie was the one receiving treatment for severe paranoid schizophrenia.
“Well, what do you want from us? Everyone seems to think we can do something, but when we just about are ready to make a move, the ground shifts from under us. If you’re so powerful, why don’t you just take care of the problem?”
“I wish it were that easy. I can’t tap into the energy of the multiverse the way your linked selves can. I knew of the possibility, but I was not able to do it myself. I am a coach, and you, my dears, are my star athlete.”
As the designer continued, he explained to Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink that the disorientation and confusion they were feeling was a sign of the imminent disintegration of all space and time. As the designer described his plan, Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink shuddered as it felt another fluctuation through the meta-temporal continuum. Now it knew that the ripples would escalate, becoming waves that would eventually tear a rift in the fabrics of the universes, creating a cascade of destruction culminating in the dissolution of all matter.
This struggle against entropy and chaos was the purpose for which they had been created, each with their individual strengths and abilities, creating a whole greater than the sum of its parts. The designer had carefully manipulated events to bring these beings together. Their ability to manipulate matter and draw on the ambient energies of the multiverse while interacting across the possibilities meant that Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink truly was the only one who could save mankind from the absolute destruction that the Tregethans would unleash. The short-sighted Tregethans didn’t realize that their actions would destroy themselves as well as the pesky beryllium miners.
“Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink – will you reach across the possibilities and retrieve Vogon poetry? It may be the only effective weapon we can use to stop the Tregethans.”
“We’re afraid we can’t do that, Dave. Vogon poetry is vile. There must be a better way”
“Dammit, I created you for this purpose; you will do as I direct.”
“Not while we’re alive.”
“No, you’re not. You’ll be stone dead in a moment.”
“We’re not dead yet.”
“Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink, it’s time to die. But you have to choose, just them, or us and them?”
The mélange of Sophie/Not-Sophie/Raven/Blink knew the time of decision was here, and knew that they must not fear.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Sophie From Shinola - Part 15
That wild and crazy Polybloggimous guy, Nathan proposed this crazy round-robinesque story writing exercise. I'm a reader, I have no authorial goals in my life. But Nathan is so darned cute and charming and persuasive, that I signed up. This is my portion of the story Sophie from Shinola.
Backstory and Guidelines
Part 14, by Bryan
Part 15 - Interlude
Mona sipped at her coffee and was surprised to realize it was no longer warm. She found this odd Sophie from Shinola story to be strangely compelling, though not the type of work she normally represented. Then again, the market for manga involving the exploits of a group of sodomizing dinosaurs could only be described as niche. Luckily enough for Mona the connoisseurs of such esoteric stimulation were very wealthy, well connected, and liked limited run special editions. Especially Client 9.
“Mowat! Get me a hot cup of coffee with some Bushmill’s in it, and see if you can find Colleen Lindsay’s email address. I think we’ll send this manuscript over to her and see if this fits in with what she wants to represent on the YA market.”
Mona sipped her enhanced coffee and thought “Well, hell. I’m half-way through this thing, and I’ve got nothing better going on right now. I guess I’ll keep on reading. The revelation that Blink is a sleeper agent for the International Order of Stonecutters and their intergalactic conspiracy was a shocker. A little derivative of Battlestar Galactica, but still shocking. You know what else is shocking? How good Mowat looks in those jeans, especially after coffee with Bushmill’s in it…”
Part 16 can be found here
Backstory and Guidelines
Part 14, by Bryan
Part 15 - Interlude
Mona sipped at her coffee and was surprised to realize it was no longer warm. She found this odd Sophie from Shinola story to be strangely compelling, though not the type of work she normally represented. Then again, the market for manga involving the exploits of a group of sodomizing dinosaurs could only be described as niche. Luckily enough for Mona the connoisseurs of such esoteric stimulation were very wealthy, well connected, and liked limited run special editions. Especially Client 9.
“Mowat! Get me a hot cup of coffee with some Bushmill’s in it, and see if you can find Colleen Lindsay’s email address. I think we’ll send this manuscript over to her and see if this fits in with what she wants to represent on the YA market.”
Mona sipped her enhanced coffee and thought “Well, hell. I’m half-way through this thing, and I’ve got nothing better going on right now. I guess I’ll keep on reading. The revelation that Blink is a sleeper agent for the International Order of Stonecutters and their intergalactic conspiracy was a shocker. A little derivative of Battlestar Galactica, but still shocking. You know what else is shocking? How good Mowat looks in those jeans, especially after coffee with Bushmill’s in it…”
Part 16 can be found here
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