Summer's Not Horrible..

BAD BAD BAD BAD

NO NO NO NO

deck and deck and decks and decks
deacons and beacons
slaughtered, reported on
but I'm still typing

NOCEBO

I CAN TYPE

STILL!

TYPE TYPE TYPE TYPE

bedroom doom, segmented, wavy, tidal
taking a step back now
pretzels en masse and drugs and liquid
more tides now
coasting through a room I am in

TYPE TYPE

COMPLETELY ACCUSTOMED

BUT IT'S NOT BAD

MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE

can't terribly involve myself in my work anymore
he's no artist
he eats pretzels and takes drugs
his biggest fan only blows the already hot air around the room
but he can still type
and it's not bad
certainly
not good but not bad either
continue with the oscillations

BEFORE OPINION SWITCHES

BEFORE THE LOOP STRANGENS UP

BEFORE BEFORE BEFORE

enter:

YES YES YES YES

YES YES YES

Excerpt from Vacatianilopschtran!, Chapter 5: "In which I am subjected to the scrutiny of myself which I am not".

The darkness faded instantaneously, and it took me a minute or so to gather what exactly I was witnessing; I stood at the ground level of a massive vertical coliseum, in the rows of which were densely packed people, some of whom I thought I recognized. Below me was a sandy stone floor and no other comforts of any sort... but by far the most intimidating element in my new environment was in fact something missing--I could not glimpse the ceiling or roof of the structure I seemed to be held in. The people trailed off into infinity.

And a voice boomed: "YOU ARE ON TRIAL."

"For what?" I shouted back at the voice, again, one that I believed to have recognized. "I have committed no act to warrant such an extravagant ceremony of jurisprudence!"

"WE JUDGE YOU FOR BEING A LIVING PERSON."

At this I was obviously confused. "Now the courts are claiming existence to be a crime!"

Immediately another voice responded, this one female but just as dominating: "WE ARE NO COURT AND WE JUDGE MORE THAN CRIMES."

"WE JUDGE ALL DEEDS," shouted another.

"And what are the consequences if I am convicted?"

"THERE CAN BE NO FURTHER CONVICTION AS THERE IS CERTAINTY OF GUILT."

I remember growing more frustrated. "How is this possible? And if not crimes, then what point does this court serve?"

No response immediately followed, but a second later one of them, a man, jumped down from the first row and walked towards me. When he spoke, he sounded as I did, unamplified by the acoustics of the shocking chamber. "I and my comrades judge you for the manner you lived our life."

"My life?"

"Ours, as we are all the same person. Those of us that are not you, though, merely exist within the realms of probability and this astral plane where you found us."

For being odd, this was odd. "Probability? So you don't exist."

He smirked. "We exist here."

"Explain."

"A biological phenomenon forged the chamber. That is, you and you alone are the result of a specific union of two gametes, and we are those that are not." At this point he gestured at the rest of the chamber towards the ceiling. "Ah, we are arranged by probability. I speak for the individual that you are, in essence, first of, but as you are the version on trial, I am now first."

"So... you are the sperm that would have reached an egg if I hadn't?"

"I am no sperm any more than you are. But I am the extension of that line of events. The world hasn't changed, but you have."

"And why am I on trial."

"Well we all have the collective individual's best interests in mind. That being agreed upon, it makes logical sense that the one of us with the best initial conditions, purely genomic in our case, should be the one to exist."

"So if I fail..."

"I replace you. The process starts until the group decides upon an acceptable life."

Needless to say, I felt unnerved. "But I am the first."

"Yes. Not necessarily the last, though." At this, he openly smiled. I suppose he had no reason to conceal his vested interest in condemnation.

Fuzzy Aphorism Roundup; Week of 8-14 June, 2008.

Starting off easy: I have more to learn from this than from this. One, it would seem, gets what one pays for.

Terminator 2: Judgment Day is twenty times more philosophical than it is correct with its physics and time travel theory.

Political revolutions are more likely to happen, I think, in the technological climate of late eighteenth-century North America than today anywhere. When it takes weeks to receive news and the same time to send orders back, the oppressors have quite a communications shortfall. It seems to me that it's a good thing we entered the current age with as many stable free nations as possible. (This would raise quite a debate between conspiracy theorists; that is, is near-total free speech indicative of a society where the will of the people truly rules or have the individuals and their pet corporations simply adapted to a climate of pulling strings from shadows?)

I lunge into anomie after more than a few hours in front of the television. But, television is certainly not a sin.

Good Lord I'm aging so rapidly it's not funny.

Taking of Natural Resources..

I.

HUMAN IS A PUZZLE
QUARTETS QUATRAINS QUANDARIES
DOCTORATES TAKE TOP DOLLAR--
FIVE STARS ON SUNDAYS
DON'T MAKE ME START LISTING THINGS
1. NOBODY LOVES ERIS
2. HUMAN ARE THE ONLY ONE THAT COULD EVER LOVE SUCH AN ERIS
SO FORTH AND SO FORTH
HAPPY MINING! ERIS

II.

Dear Sirs:

The International Committee on Nomenclature, Semantics, and Coinage has come to the conclusion that, in the best interests of your community and of humanity as a whole, the system would be considerably more streamlined if, from this point forward, you were referred to purely by the degrees you have earned. A college degree will now superimpose itself over names. This is for everyone's benefit. Those without earned degrees will not be affected at this time.

We thank you for your cooperation and willingness to assist in this matter.

Quite Sincerely,

Your Friends at the ICNSC.

Abstract Critique..

Excerpt from Blue Planes, Chapter 49: "Exit Community".

The instant Nigel landed on the ground after jumping out of the port on the doomed C.S.L. Into the Lithe Lea, there emerged behind him a dazzling, blinding light, first blocked by the falling frame of the Lea but soon visible as a vertex, then elongating across half of the entire sky. For a moment he considered using the Closer, which was ridiculous for a fracture of this size, and it slightly shamed him that his mind had brought this up as a solution. It was irrelevant and distracting.

By this time fibers from the other side had anchored the tear to the rocky ground and were pulling the thing open further and further, finally parting enough for small vessels to break through. The first few only detonated, knocking out of the sky what Nigel realized were the remnants of the Coast Guard; after this, wave followed wave and he was left alone on the cliff edge as the invaders made a name for themselves.

His eyes narrowed, widened, then narrowed again. After this he remained motionless.

Lead-In to 'Phase II: Adventures in Hyperspace'..

Humans and robots of both sexes, it is now, this June of a fifth in two thousand eight that Winfield DeSol presents ADVENTURES IN HYPERSPACE, the second set of entries comprising the ongoing canon of "Looking For Something..".

The restart will see changes in subject matter and significant increases in audiovisual material, but for a grasp for all of us, we will wait and find out.

Hopefully we will see regular updates, cloud-willing.