In which there are styles of handwriting to look at. For no real reason, I’m trying to figure out which style of cursive I learned. I’m beginning to suspect that changing schools so often actually exposed me to multiple systems, because no single script style encompasses how I form my letters — D’Nealian, modified Spencerian, […]
In which I’m just saying stuff I’ve already said because it’s Sunday afternoon and I have nothing better to do but repeat myself. I mean, this is literally just a re-do of a post I’ve already written, only with newer pictures! Step one: Don’t have heard of Midori traveler’s notebooks or bullet journaling. Live in […]
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 […]
