New art posted on the art page and part II of Iron Spear and the Sunbird is up for grabs.
Ico is sucking his tail on my lap, and I am about ready to pack up myself and head for bed.
I was playing DragonQuest earlier this evening and wiped out my entire party fighting a boss. I don’t know if I can beat that boss in a long time… he’s pretty strong.
Hence, here t’is another short post. My apologies.. I shall write a long one as soon as I get something to write about.
‘Here sir, I have located the next building.’ The voice sounded from the pad on Brian’s wrist. ‘50 yards to the left of your position. I await your next directions.’
‘Load down, Snap. I will be there shortly.’ Following the directions, Brian soon found himself at the base of a structure that had once been a four-story business building but was now a crumbling pile of bricks and mortar open to the sky. He checked his charts. Lorden Life Insurance. Ah, he remembered his research. This building had also once housed a rustic television station bought by a man who was influential in the city politics in the Golden days, when politics were the way of life. It would be sufficient to spend the night in.
Later that night, Brian sat shivering in his insulated self-warming blanket. He could not get over the chilliness of the desert night. The dark blue sky winked back at him with a thousand tiny eyes and off in the distance something howled - a blood-chilling sound in this age of computerized communication. It brought back memories of nature prevailing over man in this part of the universe - the knowledge that there were forces beyond human control on this planet called Earth. Brian had sent Snap into hibernation, a time to recharge his self-maintained batteries. Shivering in the middle of a yawn, he crawled back into his protective tent and closed his eyes. Damn the ISSA for not sending a radio pod linked to home, or anywhere with the sounds of another human voice.
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‘Welcome, strange neighbor.’ White hot sun flooded into Brian’s eyes as he squinted towards the voice, his hands automatically groping for his weapons.
‘You need no weapons here, strange one.’ The lilting voice held an edge of authority. ‘However, where you go, you will need something greater by far than that which you have.’
‘Where am I?’ The sergeant’s voice cracked with sleep.
‘You are where you are needed… you are where you belong.’
Brian could make out a figure in the light now… a man-creature such as he had never before beheld. Its face was ageless, its eyes a hard flinty grey. Slightly pointed ears split the cascade of white-blue hair streaming straight down the figure’s back. Standing against the background of light, the powerful body appeared immortal. He held a staff at arms length, it’s broadened base flat against the short cropped grass. His clothes…they were the strangest of all. The stranger wore a silvery foot-length robe fasted with an elaborately embroidered belt. Heavy silver chains adorned his neck and rings of silver were clamped around each wrist and ankle.
‘No.. no, I’m pretty sure I don’t belong here,’ Brian stammered. He rose to his feet, brushing his heavy-duty uniform clear of wrinkles. This had to be dream, or someone was playing a cruel trick on him.
‘I not blame you for being unreceptive to this change from your world, Strange One. However, listen to me before you dismiss what I have to say.’ Brian shrugged. If this was a dream, he would wake up soon enough.
‘Go ahead, Light-Man.’
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Have you ever had someone say to you, ‘I love you’ and expect to hear it back, but you really don’t love them but you don’t want to hurt their feelings???? What does one do??? Especially when that person is a part of your family, but not very close…. It’s quite the hideous conundrum.
I started writing a story today… if I ever finish it I expect it will be quite long, perhaps boring. You can read it in my ‘writing’ section if you so choose.
Work was sub-standard today… both the Lord of the Realm and I are somewhat tired and sleepy since that WONDERFUL FURBALL CAT WAKES US UP AT 3:00 AM!
Short entry today - I’m lacking the ‘OOmmph’ to write anything more.
I shall go watch American Idol now, and see if my prediction of who-gets-booted-off is true.
Deep in the forest, where the tree limbs grew tangled and knobby and the ground beneath was invisible for the rotten leaves covering the earth, lay an old spear, half buried in the silt and grime. It had lain there since ages past, and still it was doomed to be until the iron shaft was rusted to the dark color of the dead compost surrounding it; slowly sinking beneath the eyes of the sun…
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The ancient building rose hagardly above the thoroughfare, like an old woman who had given up fighting against the encroaching rust and was merely waiting for the day when her collapse was iminent. Sergeant Brian Lodwin peered at it through the haze of heat waves mixing with the setting sun. It wasn’t too different from the thousands of other buildings he had seen in the area. After all, this barren wasteland was once a major metropolitan city, home to those who sought out the warmth and dryness of the west desert sun. Phoenix, it was called, after some fabled sun-bird capable of resurrecting itself.
Withdrawing a spraycan of blue paint, the Sergeant sighed heavily and stooped to draw the obligatory blue ‘X’ on the wall near the ground. Now, this building was marked and he could move on to the next. This mission was only about halfway done… 70 more square miles and he would be free to return to his hub and relax for a week, or until his next assignment. Maybe then he could go home to his space-city of Marplor and visit Natasha. She was always glad to see him, and though they may not ever be anything serious, he enjoyed their rendevous.
‘Snap,’ he barked suddenly. A whir of sounds buzzed around his knees and an electronic voice sounded.
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Snap, scout out the next building with a base square footage over 3000.’
‘Right away, sir.’ The mechanized robot dog closed its eyes, appearing to concentrate, and started away to the east. The Sergeant could hear the hard steel claws scraping on the decomposing cement of the overgrown parking lot.
Stark skeletons of once giant queen palm trees stood in contrast against the brilliant light of the red sun, casting long spindly shadows across the landscape. Time to stop for the night, it was, just as soon as Snap located the next building for inspection.
‘Here sir, I have located the next building.’ The voice sounded from the pad on Brian’s wrist. ‘50 yards to the left of your position. I await your next directions.’
‘Load down, Snap. I will be there shortly.’ Following the directions, Brian …..
(to be continued..)
There is a little link ‘o fun for you.
Anyway. *Ahem*
I’m sitting here looking at all of my tax papers, and on the top of the printed out papers, it says ‘Do NOT send a printed copy of your tax return to the IRS‘, but right below it, there is a big CAPITALIZED sentence reading ‘Sign and return this form to the IRS address listed below.’ Talk about trying to confuse people!? Gah, I guess that’s what the tax system is for though.
Tonight I believe that I shall be getting a new phone. The LotR is adding a line to his service so that we have a ‘Family Plan’. Isn’t that scary? A Family Plan. Yeah, I thought so too, but we’re getting married so I suppose I had better get over that fear. At least it doesn’t say ‘The Not-Teenagers-Anymore Plan‘. What’s happening?? ZoeJane is getting old…… *cries*
No, really. I’m very happy with my Lord of the Realm… he IS after all, Lord of the Realm. 
(old prejudices must die…)
I am so proud of myself. There is a bag of candycorn sitting in plain view on my desk… and I have yet to even reach for the bag! Granted, I did ask around at work to see if anyone there was selling Girl Scout Thin Mint Cookies. *drools*
So I’m trying to drink more water lately, ever since the LotR sent me a link to a blog touting the effectiveness of drinking water to losing weight. He didn’t send that because I need to lose weight, but because he has some sort of notion about him that I am dehydrated. Whatever the motive, my attention was caught and today I drank about twice as much water as normal. Strangely enough, when I weighed myself I actually weighed more! I suppose my body needs time to get used to that much liquid inside.
This morning, I paid off my very first, and very oldest loan 6 months early. Hurray, one less bill and one less stress trigger! (now for the other two and all the credit cards….)
Cox Communications - whoever thought up that name was a genius - evidently went on a marketing spree… I received four different letters from them today, and not a one of them was my bill! Someone needs to tell them that they are wasting resources by sending those things out… especially to current clients!
With all of the above rants ranted I must now go, for the T-Mobile store closes at 8.
Ciao!
