Click here for a PDF version of Franks. Our calculations indicate that the phenomenon began on September 13th at precisely 2:43:05.81458 mountain time. Frank, that is what he called himself, jumped awake to find another fully grown man in his bed. Perhaps some background might help. Frank was recently divorced. His wife had stormed out … Continue reading Franks
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Gonggone Gone — Parts 9 & 10
breaking chats On the first anniversary of runaway, as Earth crossed the gulf between the orbits of Jupiter and Saturn, Alex and Doug took a day off and gave themselves sponge baths in the airlock. It was one of their paramount luxuries. Every few weeks, they’d fire up the airlock stove to the max and … Continue reading Gonggone Gone — Parts 9 & 10
Gonggone Gone — Parts 7 & 8
mine routine Their days quickly turned into a routine. Every “morning,” they crawled out of their sleeping bags when Alex’s alarm clock went off at midnight. Alex and Doug lived medieval monastery hours; they got up in the middle of the night and called it morning. Monastery hours began when Doug saw their stove exhaust … Continue reading Gonggone Gone — Parts 7 & 8
Gonggone Gone — Parts 3 & 4
a road trip By late afternoon, as the stores began filling with panicked shoppers, Doug and Alex topped up the truck at a gas station on Eagle and Pine. Gas pump traffic was heavier than usual. It was sinking in. This could not be ignored or blamed on people you don’t like. Handing Doug the … Continue reading Gonggone Gone — Parts 3 & 4
Gonggone Gone — Parts 1 & 2
Click here for a consolidated PDF version of all the Gonggong Gone posts. I’m back, did you miss me? If you’re foolish enough to follow this blog and even more foolish to care about its author, you may have wondered what I’ve been up to for the last umpteen months — even I’ve forgotten when … Continue reading Gonggone Gone — Parts 1 & 2
The Pointless Existence of Ambrose Oliver Cuddlepomp
We find Ambrose Oliver Cuddlepomp at work, or at least what he calls work. It’s not work in the sense of exerting energies for earnings; it’s more like a deliberate marking of time: a way to distinguish one hour and day from another. Ambrose Oliver Cuddlepomp, or “Cuddie” to use the demeaning nickname, has never … Continue reading The Pointless Existence of Ambrose Oliver Cuddlepomp
Analyze the Data not the Drivel 