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I want to say first: fuck Project Euler. Problem 215 kept me up until 5:30am last night and I spent the last hour and a half since I woke up (about 1730) still trying to solve it. I have the basic idea down, but goddamn. Regardless, I'm still trudging on. Maybe I'll solve it today.
Had one of the oddest dreams of my life. The afterlife is an awesome place and God ("The Creator" as he was referred to) is a bondage freak. ... Yea. My subconscious is even odder than I am. It's the inspiration for today's story, which I think will come out well. We'll see.
Cranking some Miles Davis, specifically In A Silent Way. Been hooked on this album lately, for good reason. A friend brought it up and I hadn't listened in ages, so I figured it was time.
Well, I don't have anything else to add to this blog post, so time to write the short story.
iu,
~ dieken
"I had a good run," I thought to myself as the tractor trailer was inches away from hitting me. The coroner would later tell my family I died on impact, that I felt no pain. He was right.
I woke up my bed the next morning. Wait, this can't be right -- I thought I was dead? As my eyes refocused, I noticed this wasn't my room. It was clean, all of my personal items and some things I didn't recognize were all around me, perfectly categorized. The walls were lavender with a few nicks and scratches here and there. "Where the hell am I?" I asked myself, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and looking around.
Hold on, I was just in an accident where I thought I died and I'm moving with no pain. They couldn't have induced a coma or somesuch while healing -- where's all the hospital equipment? This has to be some crazy dream.
Standing up and walking to the window, I noticed I didn't recognize any houses, but they were all unique and all pristine. Wherever I ended up, it damn sure wasn't the horrid neighborhood my apartment was in. I had to get to the bottom of this. I walked slowly down the stairs and saw a christmas tree with gifts overflowing from below it to stacks on the walls beside it.
All of a sudden it hit me, with a force so hard it could be felt, causing me to clutch for the banister on the staircase and sit down. I was dead. This is the afterlife, and what seems to be a damn good one. It's the only explanation. For a moment, I thought I would cry, being that I'd never see my family and friends again, but it dawned on me that I would in time. I'm in heaven, right?
I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, looking around and just letting it all sink in, pondering "Ok, so this is heaven. That means I get anything I want, right?" I closed my eyes and thought hard, trying to imagine a basketball. Opening my eyes, I had to do a doubletake. Sitting on the floor in front of me was a brand new ball. I picked it up to inspect it, to make sure this was real.
Then came a knock on the door. Answering it, I saw a large man in biker gear, a cute goth girl, and middle-aged woman in a long black dress, and a young man with a skeleton face tattooed on. Fear coursed through my veins as I wondered if I was not in heaven, but in hell.
The biker stepped forward and offered his hand, smiling. "I'm Dave, we're here to welcome you to the neighborhood."
I reached out for his hand and shook it. "Damian. I'm glad to see another pers-" He cut me off in slapped mid-sentence a handcuff on my wrist and reached out to grab the other hand, snapping the other side shut. They stepped inside and shut the door and Dave pushed me down onto my knees.
... To be continued ...
Had one of the oddest dreams of my life. The afterlife is an awesome place and God ("The Creator" as he was referred to) is a bondage freak. ... Yea. My subconscious is even odder than I am. It's the inspiration for today's story, which I think will come out well. We'll see.
Cranking some Miles Davis, specifically In A Silent Way. Been hooked on this album lately, for good reason. A friend brought it up and I hadn't listened in ages, so I figured it was time.
Well, I don't have anything else to add to this blog post, so time to write the short story.
iu,
~ dieken
"I had a good run," I thought to myself as the tractor trailer was inches away from hitting me. The coroner would later tell my family I died on impact, that I felt no pain. He was right.
I woke up my bed the next morning. Wait, this can't be right -- I thought I was dead? As my eyes refocused, I noticed this wasn't my room. It was clean, all of my personal items and some things I didn't recognize were all around me, perfectly categorized. The walls were lavender with a few nicks and scratches here and there. "Where the hell am I?" I asked myself, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and looking around.
Hold on, I was just in an accident where I thought I died and I'm moving with no pain. They couldn't have induced a coma or somesuch while healing -- where's all the hospital equipment? This has to be some crazy dream.
Standing up and walking to the window, I noticed I didn't recognize any houses, but they were all unique and all pristine. Wherever I ended up, it damn sure wasn't the horrid neighborhood my apartment was in. I had to get to the bottom of this. I walked slowly down the stairs and saw a christmas tree with gifts overflowing from below it to stacks on the walls beside it.
All of a sudden it hit me, with a force so hard it could be felt, causing me to clutch for the banister on the staircase and sit down. I was dead. This is the afterlife, and what seems to be a damn good one. It's the only explanation. For a moment, I thought I would cry, being that I'd never see my family and friends again, but it dawned on me that I would in time. I'm in heaven, right?
I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, looking around and just letting it all sink in, pondering "Ok, so this is heaven. That means I get anything I want, right?" I closed my eyes and thought hard, trying to imagine a basketball. Opening my eyes, I had to do a doubletake. Sitting on the floor in front of me was a brand new ball. I picked it up to inspect it, to make sure this was real.
Then came a knock on the door. Answering it, I saw a large man in biker gear, a cute goth girl, and middle-aged woman in a long black dress, and a young man with a skeleton face tattooed on. Fear coursed through my veins as I wondered if I was not in heaven, but in hell.
The biker stepped forward and offered his hand, smiling. "I'm Dave, we're here to welcome you to the neighborhood."
I reached out for his hand and shook it. "Damian. I'm glad to see another pers-" He cut me off in slapped mid-sentence a handcuff on my wrist and reached out to grab the other hand, snapping the other side shut. They stepped inside and shut the door and Dave pushed me down onto my knees.
... To be continued ...