My grandmother appeared out of nowhere…
I stood there as I witnessed her particles reassemble themselves into what I know as my grandma. She sprang from the transporter pad, energized by her scientific ingenuity. A spry and uppity seventy-eight year old, she unzipped her leather jacket and fanned herself “I’ll tell you what, I haven’t felt so alive since I visited that palm-reader in ‘84.” She waltzed out of the room and down the hall, pulling me by the hand. On our way to advanced senior-yoga group, we ran into Enrique. While he checked to make sure no one was around, my grandma ran her hand through her hair, tousling it to perfection.
“Hey grandma” he said, in his deep, exotic voice “are you still good for drinks tonight?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, you tiger-cub.”
She giggled as we walked away. I heard the excited chatter before we entered the yoga room. It was a sea of spandex-clad regulars.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Molly-3rd Assignment
I crept closer, and whispered “MR. Fish will meet you at midnight in Las Vegas”.
The operative nodded, and I walked away silently.
The next day, I made contact with MR. Fish, to find out that the operative had never arrived at the appointed destination. I called my contact, who called his contact, who called his 3rd cousin’s hairdresser’s baby sitter who called her contact, who contacted the find my contact contact network, who contacted his contact, who said that she heard that Barack Obama announced in The National Enquirer last Thursday that a young stay at home mom saw the operative eliminated by three burly able-bodied fishermen through a frosted glass window at a Motel 6.
This was very bad news, although I could not be sure of the reliability of the National Enquirer, although I did hear that they had ran the story “Michael Jackson to die in 6 months” 6 months prior to his death. And as they say, even a broken clock is right twice a day.
Anyway, to make a long story short, I looked into this story, to find that it wasn’t true, and that the operative had actually been held up in traffic during rush hour, and was 5 minutes late. Apparently MR. Fish is not a patient man.
The operative nodded, and I walked away silently.
The next day, I made contact with MR. Fish, to find out that the operative had never arrived at the appointed destination. I called my contact, who called his contact, who called his 3rd cousin’s hairdresser’s baby sitter who called her contact, who contacted the find my contact contact network, who contacted his contact, who said that she heard that Barack Obama announced in The National Enquirer last Thursday that a young stay at home mom saw the operative eliminated by three burly able-bodied fishermen through a frosted glass window at a Motel 6.
This was very bad news, although I could not be sure of the reliability of the National Enquirer, although I did hear that they had ran the story “Michael Jackson to die in 6 months” 6 months prior to his death. And as they say, even a broken clock is right twice a day.
Anyway, to make a long story short, I looked into this story, to find that it wasn’t true, and that the operative had actually been held up in traffic during rush hour, and was 5 minutes late. Apparently MR. Fish is not a patient man.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Polar Expedtion
snow, uncle, watch, cap, lake, speaker
I was awakened by someone poking me, “Get up, it’s your watch.” Clambering out of bed I noticed the snow outside. “Great.” I thought to myself, “It’s time for my watch and of course it’s snowing.” I sighed, what could I do, we had been steaming along toward the polar ice cap for at least two weeks. I had joined the crew of the “Summer”, who had ironically charted an expedition to find a cargo vessel that had gone missing at the bottom of the world. After putting on my three layer parka, I stepped outside and was greeted by something new. Pyramids of ice glistened in the moonlight, in sizes ranging from small rocks to giant hills. Clusters of them formed what looked like a shoreline of a freezing lake. I was jolted out of my trance by the speaker system declaring loudly, “We’ve encountered some pack ice blocking us from reaching the large landmass, for those on watch please get the ice-breaking tools ready.” “Call me a monkey’s uncle.” I said out loud “I knew I should have joined the air-based search team.” I trudged over to the door and went below.
I was awakened by someone poking me, “Get up, it’s your watch.” Clambering out of bed I noticed the snow outside. “Great.” I thought to myself, “It’s time for my watch and of course it’s snowing.” I sighed, what could I do, we had been steaming along toward the polar ice cap for at least two weeks. I had joined the crew of the “Summer”, who had ironically charted an expedition to find a cargo vessel that had gone missing at the bottom of the world. After putting on my three layer parka, I stepped outside and was greeted by something new. Pyramids of ice glistened in the moonlight, in sizes ranging from small rocks to giant hills. Clusters of them formed what looked like a shoreline of a freezing lake. I was jolted out of my trance by the speaker system declaring loudly, “We’ve encountered some pack ice blocking us from reaching the large landmass, for those on watch please get the ice-breaking tools ready.” “Call me a monkey’s uncle.” I said out loud “I knew I should have joined the air-based search team.” I trudged over to the door and went below.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Robert Loggains - The Robots
“We’re putting the band back together.” The grinning man in a blue shirt told me.
“Please, I’m passed being a member of The Robots now.” I told him, hoping he’d leave soon.
“Come on dude, we’re all going down to Florida in October, it’s going to be EPIC!” He told me, looking gleeful.
“I’m a chemistry teacher now, I have cats, I can’t just get up and going down to Florida to have an epic concert.” I whined.
“Dude, you’re forgetting how to live.” He was still cheerful. “The Machine is not some dude living alone with his cats in Colorado. He’s THE MACHINE!”
I sighed, and realized he would not leave until I said yes.
“Have you got the other Robots in on your scheme?”
“Deathmetal and Gearhead are in the car, we’re going to get RUR next.”
I sighed, and followed him.
“Please, I’m passed being a member of The Robots now.” I told him, hoping he’d leave soon.
“Come on dude, we’re all going down to Florida in October, it’s going to be EPIC!” He told me, looking gleeful.
“I’m a chemistry teacher now, I have cats, I can’t just get up and going down to Florida to have an epic concert.” I whined.
“Dude, you’re forgetting how to live.” He was still cheerful. “The Machine is not some dude living alone with his cats in Colorado. He’s THE MACHINE!”
I sighed, and realized he would not leave until I said yes.
“Have you got the other Robots in on your scheme?”
“Deathmetal and Gearhead are in the car, we’re going to get RUR next.”
I sighed, and followed him.
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