Archive for May, 2010

May 24

Maybe time heals faster than we expect. Or, maybe, it just works as an anesthetic. Episode 3: All Things To Everyone Saturday, August 5, 2000 I’ve never exactly been one to deal too well in excessive heat. There’s a reason it’s called Iceland, after all. However, if I’m not a happy camper in the dog [...]

May 23

Kyle and I go car shopping that night. She picks out a deep blue Volkswagen New Beetle, with a whole bunch of extras and special features. I have to admit that I like it, but Kyle still seems a little bummed. I cheer her up by reminding her that she’s got the right to do [...]

May 22

Atop my computer keyboard there’s a small stuffed raccoon. It looks like a Beanie Baby, but not nearly as cheesy. Leaning in between its paws is a small, familiar piece of folded black paper. Cautiously, I pull it free from the raccoon’s fuzzy grasp and unfold it. I wonder why I never picked up that [...]

May 21

Peter never briefed me on what would happen if someone got stuck in a warp-walk gate when it fell apart. He tried to deflect those questions, rationalizing that I would never need to know, since I would never be taking another warp-walk. The problem is, though, I had made two walks with him, and a [...]

May 20

“You’ll be right behind me,” I say. “I’m not going unless you promise me. We can talk about this later.” He pauses for just a moment, then nods. “All right. Same as before, I’ll follow you through once I see you in there. Okay?” “Got it,” I say. I step into the gate, unsure of [...]

May 19

“I wouldn’t try it,” I say. “They’ll know if you make a time jump.” “My dear,” she says, “‘they’ already know. They’re counting on it. I wish I could tell you, but you know the rules.” “Screw the rules,” I shout. “Who are you? What do you know?” “Temper, temper, Interloper,” ‘Lisa’ says. “I think [...]

May 18

“Miss Minervudottir,” a woman’s voice says. “It’s so nice to meet you.” “You as well,” I reply, evenly. “Who is this? Ernie?” “Call me Lisa,” she says. “A private little joke, when you look at the other name.” “Lisa and Ernie?” I say. “Lisa and Bert,” she replies. “Or Bert and Ernie. Either way.” I [...]