Mailed

Eating generic brand butter pecan ice cream. It’s not the best, but I had a craving for that rich creamy flavor.

It’s a little sweet for my tastes, but it’s what I wanted.

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Warm Bodies played on MTV the other day and I set the DVR to record it. So we’re watching zombie romance while eating ice cream.

It’s an enjoyable movie. Two likeable characters forming a connection even in the face of zombieism.

And just in the face of watching them fall in love, other zombies are reminded of what life used to be.

I feel sad for those too far gone to be saved, but I’m glad that so many can be cured.

Watch the movie. Then watch the Hillywood Show Warm Bodies parody.

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I’m writing some babbly-babbly stuff. You can check some out at Kimichee.com.

There’s longer fiction, shorter fiction, and some form of meta fiction.

The fact that he can take toys that came right out of the box and use them to counteract actual weaponry is a bit scary.
He’s got degrees in more fields than some people knew existed. He’d learned chemistry and tensile strength to test the toys. He’d learned engineering while interning in the R&D department as a teen.

His whole life had been wrapped up in the company his father started. It had been the biggest part of his childhood, sneaking down into the basement to watch his father invent.

And when he’d been six years old and shy, still reeling from the shock of Mother’s death, Father had given him Sissy.

“This is your sister. You’re responsible for teaching her all about life. And she’s responsible for keeping you happy and safe.” Those words had come from the throat of his father’s personal assistant. Because while Father was much to busy to say the words himself, he’d still made Sissy.

On first sight, she was glossy plastic, humanoid in only the generalist of senses.

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If you go from The 13th Floor, to Dark City, to The Matrix… It starts seeming like one storyline.

— This is my Beta Unit (@HarperKingsley0) February 29, 2016

I am, very much, a night person.

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Simon Peters is insatiably drawn to water. He finds it, and he drinks it, and he can’t be stopped.

So when he was kidnapped–(naked, cold, afraid; defiant, jutified)–he fell back on the things that comforted him. He would stand at the sink, washing dishes or just running water over his hands, for hours if they let him. There was an eerie serenity around him.

It made his captors nervous.

A. Some became rough.
B. Some became kind.
C. Some became respectful.

But all of them changed their actions when they came across him.

He could electrify a room with his presence.

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At his recommendation, thouands of people began reading “Idlewile”, the fictional telling of a cataclysmic rise to stardom on the back of a benevolently controlling government. It was a bestseller.

Brent read the book at Simon’s insistence and was blown away. He was talking about it for weeks. And one of the people he happened to talk to was a little inventor named Professor Raymond Zebronski.

Nobody knew what the Zebronski Protocal was, but they knew that it meant he wasn’t allowed to handle his own human experimentation. All of his research had to be run through CyberAngel Industries’ Legal Office. [CAILO]. Though he was angry about it, he quickly found that they gave excellent results.

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Hermes Andreas was the CAILO liason to the lab and quickly earned the moniker “Ianto” from the pop-culture minded employees. (Florentine in management and Rickets in accounts receivable. It was basically just them. But oh my god, he wore sweater vests and three-piece suits and he had that accent [speech-impediment. He’d fallen off a bike when he was a kid. His parents couldn’t afford to get it fixed. He compensated adequately.] Rickets just couldn’t resist.

Florentine had grown used to being dragged about willy-nilly. She’d do so much more for her best-friend… plus they had a lot of fun. She enjoyed using her wit to get them through their various hijinks intact. She met so many different kinds of people, experiencing a culture she never would have known.) And he took it in stride.

He was Hermes Andreas. He was a professional.
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