tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82436782024-03-23T10:48:11.242-07:00Bear's Rants--IN WHICH--
We are introduced to a young man and his computer
and we find a few things to read.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-33913602481216458362008-03-12T23:06:00.000-07:002008-03-13T00:00:23.726-07:00New Thing #1The skin of the girl's thighs glowed under the sterile flourescent light - nearly jumping from the pages Tomas had unfolded.In the still, quiet air of the station's night cycle, the plastic sheets were a window looking out on a nearly forgotten place - laid carefully on the console before him.Somewhere warmer, somewhere open and free. Where the light of a real sun shone, and the sweet smell of D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-69635409350443284222007-08-10T22:57:00.000-07:002007-08-10T23:20:17.409-07:00Letters IIHe uncurled himself from the bus seat slowly, feeling every joint in his body protest as he brought himself to standing...It had been a long night and a longer ride, he felt.He was used to the feeling of being held in - confined to a space that most people would find impossibly inadequate. He had spent the last seven years behind bars, after all. What, then, was a few hours on a bus.With his D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1153091142299935452006-07-16T15:31:00.000-07:002006-07-17T07:25:25.486-07:00LETTERSThe letters he had written to himself from prison were strewn piled in front of him on the kitchen table.There were about fifty.He had served seven years.He hadn't seen them for quite some time. He had no family left so he had paid a friend to recieve them and collect them unopened. The friend had come through and had kept an eye on his mail for all that time - squirreling the letters away in D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1151560785626210992006-06-28T22:24:00.000-07:002006-06-30T10:51:55.583-07:00ISLAND - Part 3"Damn stick."As Jerry worked his way deeper into the interior of the island, the jungle closed in. The damp air seemed to grow warmer and more stifling with each step he took away from the beach. As he walked, thorny vines tore at his tattered clothing and scraped past his exposed skin.In his opinion, the thorns were one of the island's most ridiculous features. Which was saying a lot - since D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1150694005889909922006-06-20T22:48:00.000-07:002006-06-20T23:05:44.356-07:00COWBOYThe cowboy poked at the dying embers of his fire.Mesquite scented smoke rose in wisps from the glowing coals.The fire's light had dimmed, and the desert beyond the tiny campsite was bathed in the silvery-blue glow of night.That was the thing about the desert, the thing about it at night. Darkness could never take it over.During the hours that the dark of night held dominion in the streets of theD.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1150784591347144842006-06-19T23:06:00.000-07:002006-06-20T14:18:34.346-07:00FREEDOM BALLOON (Yee Haw!)"It's a freedom balloon," Bigby said and gazed proudly at the oval shape in the sky."A freedom balloon? I've never heard of such a thing before," I said back, squinting against the glare.Above us the white shape hung motionless, high in the sky enough to be slipping in and out of view behind the clouds. from this distance it looked so very small but somehow the way it hung completely motionless D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1150694176783038482006-06-18T22:13:00.000-07:002006-06-19T03:15:25.366-07:00NEW WORDSThese are some new words.They are provided here for your enjoyment.We thoroughly apologize for the recent lack of new words. Our supplies had dwindled to a scary level - and we didn' t have many to spare.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1149743513273438072006-06-10T10:59:00.000-07:002006-06-12T12:45:10.613-07:00BRANTAs he lay at the bottom of the airshaft Brant came to the realization that human beings are incapable of imagining hell while they're alive.Having been raised Catholic, he had spent a fair amount of time trying in the past.In Sunday school when the teacher was trying to tell them why it was so important to live a virtous life. as a young man trying futily to stop himself as he fell deeper and D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1149651532216237032006-06-07T10:00:00.000-07:002006-06-07T21:28:49.886-07:00THINGSThings always change -Mostly for no reason at all.Except for the times that they stay the same. Unfortunately, you don't usually get to choose. D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1149092254415647342006-06-06T12:00:00.000-07:002006-06-06T21:23:35.496-07:00ROBOT BABY - Part 3So, finally, one or both of you figures out how to get the android out the door, and you go take a shower. You brush your teeth and take an ibuprofen 'cause you can already feel the hangover creeping up -And everything is fine for a few weeks....Then you start getting nauseous, and feeling bloated, and hearing servo whirring gear-grinding sounds through your stomach when you're trying to D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1149349286299928002006-06-03T08:35:00.000-07:002006-06-04T21:50:30.206-07:00SOMETHING"Ouch! Damn it."He had been bumping around in the dark for what felt like forever.In reality, it hadn't been that long.He was looking for the Something he used to haveAnd while he knew he had his Something not long ago,he didn't know where it had gotten off to now.He wasn't even sure if he was looking in the right place anymore.He could remember where he had Something last.He was sure because theD.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1149057713846860262006-06-01T23:13:00.000-07:002006-06-02T14:13:46.403-07:00ROBOT BABY - Part 2Anyway, so you'd have sex with the android:There would be that awkward moment at the end of the thing where you're both lying in bed and you want the android to just get out of there 'cause you're not looking for anything serious, and you just got out of a long-ass exhausting relationship and you don't want him to feel used, but you're not getting back into something messy like that again alreadyD.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1149059513865024072006-05-31T00:01:00.000-07:002006-06-02T18:53:19.053-07:00DON'T BE DUMBMatt (other matt, not the one now) was hanging out of the window with a baseball bat when Bill Rudolph pulled us over in his Volvo.Bill had been following us for about two blocks and had seen it all."Destroying Postal property is illegal, and hanging out of cars like that is dangerous. You wrecked all of your neighbors' stuff. You boys know better than that." (quotation approximate - feel free D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1149016820204866982006-05-30T09:37:00.000-07:002006-06-02T06:38:43.223-07:00ISLAND - Part 2The water felt good on Jerry's skin, almost good enough to make him forget how much it stung his eyes.The lagoon just down the beach from his sleeping spot was shallow and warm like a bathtub. Unlike a bathtub it was filled with little black crabs that made little clicking noises when they came up onto the beach. Jerry could see them scatter before him as he waded into the water.The lagoon was D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1148970293129000232006-05-29T23:24:00.000-07:002006-05-29T23:26:39.050-07:00ROBOT BABY - Part 1The consensus among the people I polled is as follows:If you had sex with an android, and you were capable of having a kid the first place, you'd probably have a robot baby.By capable I mean, of course, you'd have to be biologically set up for it. You know, like, you'd have to be a woman, I guess. And you'd have to have all of your baby-cooking stuff inside all working and ready to go. And you D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1148926982397868262006-05-28T11:03:00.000-07:002006-05-29T23:26:11.760-07:00HERE, HOLD THIS1: Hold this for a minute.2: Hold what?1: This.2: What?1: This.2: What is it?1: Doesn't matter.2: I bet it does.1: Trust me, it doesn't. And it's probably better you don't know.2: Why?1: 'Cause you'll freak out.2: No, then.1: Too bad.2: Too bad what?1: You already have it. You have for a while now.2: How's that work?1: It just does. It's not your decision2: Well then, what should I do?1: D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1148490076362830232006-05-24T09:34:00.000-07:002006-05-30T00:20:08.656-07:00ISLAND - Part 1Living on an island is hard, thought Jerry, for the first of what would undoubtably be many times that day.He blinked his eyes against the rising sun, then closed them tightly as he strained at the waist to sit up from where he had slept, lying prone in his body-shaped depression in the sandy beach.As he rose from the beach his body curled slowly upwards, joint by aching joint. When he had D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1148243575215579802006-05-21T13:20:00.000-07:002006-05-22T17:35:00.703-07:00THE LAST FIVEThe last five nuts.Waiting silently in their ziploc prison.Sitting stoicly resigned to their fate.On the one hand I admire them greatly. Their ability to bide their time, watching as their comrades were indifferently selected for consumption over a period of months. Day after day, a few at a time, until only the last five remained.But at the same time they had months.Months of time to plot, D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1148145525168830102006-05-20T10:18:00.000-07:002006-05-21T22:40:37.490-07:00PILE OF PEOPLEI was recently at the bottom of a pile of people.How I found myself there is not important and frankly, I can't quite remember how it happened.But I was most certainly there. It's one of those things you can be reasonably sure about.I'm not going to recommend that anyone go out of their way to try it.And, as my experience was unintentional, I don't think that I would be in any position to D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1148074472688704552006-05-19T14:34:00.000-07:002006-05-20T00:58:02.040-07:00TRILLIANYesterday I was in the car with Trillian. Trillian is not a writer.Trilian is my friend.Trillian is a scientician, or maybe she's a scientologist, or...I'm actually not very sure.She kills mice all day in the basement of a building that the government owns. Sometimes, after she kills them, she takes bits of the mice's insides and messes around with them. She sometimes puts the bits inside tubesD.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1148074240222872752006-05-10T14:28:00.000-07:002006-05-20T00:59:03.853-07:00ICE BREAKERHello.As you may have guessed, I'm a writer. I became a writer when I decided one day that I wanted to be one, and so I wrote something.that something turned out not to be very goodregardless, upon performing the act of writing, on that day, I became a writer and have been ever since.In fact, I'm writing right now.Well, not exactly now, I suppose. You're reading it right now, and the rest of theD.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243678.post-1148074430809063472006-05-09T17:27:00.000-07:002006-05-19T14:59:50.380-07:00THINK ABOUT IT:"Coherence in the absence of rationality is the essence of the rant. "--ZB overheard in Los Angeles, 2006D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417524533902045243noreply@blogger.com0