From d8e250339afa4cbf0065da8a090e5c36335083e1 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: dtb Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2023 19:58:25 -0500 Subject: [PATCH] 2023-01-11 --- homepage/blah/index.html | 56 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++- 1 file changed, 55 insertions(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/homepage/blah/index.html b/homepage/blah/index.html index e43a3d9..e713fb5 100644 --- a/homepage/blah/index.html +++ b/homepage/blah/index.html @@ -16,6 +16,60 @@ ideas' witlessness; ideas' witnesses; ideas- +2023-01-11 + + "Sounds like a pretty one-sided relationship." + "Well, yeah." Ada Karina had finished her brief account of a story that +spanned decades. + "Forty five the first time... back twenty three years from that... then +how old?" + "Oh, I uh- thirty. Even, I think." + "Eight years. So fifty three. Then you were thirty five, another +thirteen. That's sixty six years?" + "I guess." Ada checked her watch. + "You're twenty three now. That makes you eighty nine." + "I guess." + Howard tapped his fingers on the recliner. A church bell rang in the +distance; noon. The cafe would close in an hour. He thought to himself. "Older +than me." + "Not physically. Mentally I feel like my brain's on fire. Probably I +won't last much longer up in my head. But it helps a lot that I'm twenty three +by all observable quantities. And really it's more like I was trapped in +a simulation three times rather than that I actually time travelled." + "How was it?" + "How was what?" + "You spent- eighty nine, twenty three - sixty six years working towards +a relationship. I mean, no matter how good Cassidy is, is it worth it to go +that long?" + Ada thought for a moment. "For a smile? For a hug? Of course. and it +kills me that it's gone." She laughed. "Yeah. It just kills me." Ada turned her +head to look outside at the table at which she met Cassidy the second, third, +and fourth times. + Howard Polk had been the owner of the cafe for the previous two years. +He wondered if he'd be alive for the holocaust, if Ada couldn't prevent it. He +looked at his knuckles resting on the worn cotton armrest. The burns he got as +a cook at someone else's establishment decades past never healed, not on his +knuckles and not on his neck. "I lost someone too, once. The last person I +cared about. Actually cared about." + "May I ask who?" + Howard snorted. "Yes you may. The co-owner. Margeret." + "Margeret." + "Best damn cook I knew. Taught me everything I know. Everything." + "What happened?" + Howard scratched the recliner fabric and felt the texture. "We went our +separate ways, or rather, she went her separate way, getting bored of the +business or the routine or something. I texted, called, messaged back when +instant messaging was still new. And she sent me a message saying it wasn't my +fault that she didn't answer and that she was going through a rough patch." + Ada turned back to Howard. "What happened?" + "She washed up on the shore of the Nile." + "Fuck." + "I still prefer it to what you said. Even if I don't quite believe it." + A timer went off in the kitchen area behind the counter in front of +which Howard's recliner sat. Ada watched the cook bend down out of sight and +return to view with a pan of bacon. "I wouldn't believe it either." + + 2023-01-09 1000 lines since the last Ted story? @@ -1722,7 +1776,7 @@ worked. I read digests of all active projects in the laboratory and took note of one of the room numbers. I loaded both an old program I wrote and a current program being developed at NDC onto my wristwatch, opened the door, and ran. The other captives ran too, to a different wing of the building in a greater number. - Cassidy and I found her dog dead in her apartment two weeks afteer we + Cassidy and I found her dog dead in her apartment two weeks after we met for the first time in my third twenty-second year. Brick was shot with a rifle. The police came but didn't find the round and the killer left no other trace. I asked the neighbor across the hall and he said he didn't hear Brick