Saturday, Dec 13th:

Mary reported that the ghostly crone had returned. We changed into our "work clothes" in our cramped room; Mary wore a climbing harness festooned with tiny surprises, and I dressed in black western regalia, complete with a duster and an extra-wide-brimmed hat. I had become the Crimon Skull, a famous villain now secretly ( Read more... )

Tuesday, March 4th:

I sat in my living room and read a novel about a ranger. He'd been captured by a cult and tied to a tree. Ed stood from the other couch, pleased but frustrated. He was ahead of me and had just finished the penultimate chapter. It gave him an inkling of the final twist, but he had to go to bed.
( Obscure Vocabulary, Unusual Firearms, and Dark Plots )

Sunday, March 2nd:

All my friends and some people I didn't know were part of an awesome cult of Nyarlathotep, and they invited me to join. We did some rituals under the giant archway and filled it with traces of light until His figure appeared in the opening. He was a sketch in glowing green lines. He redrew himself into an eye, then a vortex, ( Read more... )

Thursday, Sept. 21st:

Someone had been camping on a patch of gravel behind the local convenience store. The tents were gone sometimes, but there were always a couple dirty sleeping bags.
( What Dorm Lounges and Inca Farms Have In Common )

Thursday, March 30th:

A folk-punk artist sang out from the radio, recounting the time she got lost in a corner of my favorite dance club while tripping on acid. I liked hearing about the club from her perspective, and it made me nostalgic for the club's early days (before I'd ever heard of it).
( Car Repair and Getting Lost )

Wednesday, March 29th:

We spread through the indoor amusement park. I passed a holographic diorama of dinosaurs in the Pleistocene period. One long orangish dinosaur seemed to be stuck in a program loop; its tail and neck constantly flickered between two nearly-identical poses.
( Our Simulated Departure )

Wednesday, March 22nd:

Our class of a half-dozen students worked on final projects in the computer lab. Break time rolled around—this was also our employment—and we gathered by the foot of the stairs to chat. Most of the guys were about my age or younger. The tall man in his late 30's stood quietly on the second step like he always did, ( Read more... )

Saturday morning:

Alyssa and I enjoyed attending a wedding ceremony in which we had no significant role. Her mother gave someone advice as officiants moved flowers around the room. The orange blossoms were particularly stunning with the dried greenery, as brown as the wooden vase that held them.

Ed joined Uriah and several of his recent ( Read more... )

Saturday morning:

musicin68 cheered and shouted directions while Ed played a video game. His character hopped or glided towards a hexagon of honeycomb tiles; a white spiral (the Vortex spiral?) spun overhead, or maybe it was etched into the platform. Every tile held a small navy pip or a jelly-like finger-puppet monster. I told Ed to aim for the purple ( Read more... )

Saturday morning:

The last poker table had shrunk to four players. Alyssa was nearly out when a well-played hand put her firmly back in the running. Meanwhile, sinister_dr_x explained the purpose of incrementing the blind by hands to elfdope while they both slipped on the coats of their tuxedos. xcorvis buttoned his scarlet vest and listened ( Read more... )