Monster Rules_After Computing Power Got Better And Everything Got Worse_Chainsaws are Loud._The Gras
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Monster Rules
To the monster living under my bed, it’s time to set some rules. We can skip right past the interrogation, how long have you been living here?, what are you doing under there, and why? I don’t really need to know all that, or I’m too scared to ask after we locked eyes the other night when I came home past 2AM a little more drunk than usual. Your bumpy, spiked reptilian tail was enough to scare the living bageezus out of me, did you really have to turn around and stare like that? With those florescent, glow-in-the-dark, green eyes? Ugh, creepy! I don’t think I’ve ever run and jumped on my bed t...
After Computing Power Got Better And Everything Got Worse
AUNTEM: Let’s go for a walk. You can bring Toto. (Being a subroutine, AUNTEM, cannot actually walk. For convenience, Dorian carries a monitor and speaker system attached to his clothes so that *she* knows what he’s doing and can awww.onedoor.ccdvise him.) Dorian: Toto doesn’t need a walk. (Toto was a stray nondescript brown mutt that wandered into Dorian’s living pod and stayed.) AUNTEM: But you do. You haven’t left your pod in days. If you go much longer I’ll have to put you back on your antidepressants. Get up, you know you always enjoy the naturesim pod when you get there and the extra-oxygenated air a...
Chainsaws are Loud.
“Common sense is not so common.” - Francois-Marie Arouet“I’ve got a plan!” I said. “Let’s hire someone with a chainsaw on Craigslist!”I can still smell the mixture of burnt wood and fabric, see the thick gray smoke wafting in the air, hear the blaring sound of the fire alarm, see the people running into our apartment, willing myself to turn back time and make better decisions. Twenty-two years old and fresh out of college, on my own with my first official bill making (and taking) job, I joined my senior college roommate, Kayla. We decided to team up and split the rent in our very first real ...
The Grasp
King Leo, sat gloomily in his Palace’s long breakfast room waiting to start breakfast. He always liked to have breakfast with his only son and heir, Prince Chris, who finally slouched in at the far end of the room. King Leo noted that Prince Chris’s finely embroidered clothes, made of the best cloth with impressive puffy shoulders, were crumpled and stained. The King said. “This is late, even for you.” Standing, now at the walnut sideboard, helping himself to generous portions of bacon, eggs, sausage and tomatoes, the prince mumbled. “You know I like to sleep in.” With saddened eyes, the King ...