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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 6, 2010 16:23:55 GMT 1
I've got family visiting on short notice (fun! /tries not to rip hair out) until Friday, so I admit that I cheated a bit and have "written ahead" for tomorrow and Friday so I don't have to play catch- up later. (This is the only time that I intend to do this.) On the plus side, I've got 3/4s of my haiku entry done, and hopefully that will be ready to go on Saturday.
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 6, 2010 22:19:28 GMT 1
6 October 2010
The miles disappeared behind them without form, and they kept their eyes on the ground in front of them. Someone once told them (though they were hard-pressed to remember who) that if you keep your eyes on your feet as you walk, the journey doesn't seem so long.
It didn't help so much. It was a very long journey, there was no hiding that. They passed through snow, then a forest where it always rains. They saw a vast lake with tiny fishing boats floating about near the shore. And spent the night in a corn field. Without words.
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Post by lieden on Oct 6, 2010 23:14:26 GMT 1
Buch, you're right! Any chance of believing me if I say I hadn't read your entry when I wrote mine? ;D Ok, this is eerie. Knight, I almost wrote a long walk piece too for today's entry, then took a last-minute decision to switch my focus to the setting rather than the characters. Great mood in your walking piece, by the way. 6th OctoberThere were people in the cities who had never seen the sun, had never seen the nightsky. They spoke of sunraze as an impending scorching doom, something to run away from. Their cities moved westwards with them, fuelled by their fear, but never too far, lest they 'fall into darkness and the beasts that inhabit it.' Those in the nightside did not inhabit it willingly. In the cities, they were slaves. The world had been theirs once: they knew the nightsky was never utterly dark, and just how far under the sun they could go. But fear hounded them, too.
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 7, 2010 0:06:10 GMT 1
Plagiarism!!
But I can't accuse. My 'home' bit was a reference to this:
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 7, 2010 0:12:56 GMT 1
(Laughs)
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Post by Nemonus on Oct 7, 2010 0:16:42 GMT 1
October 6, 2010
Linguistically, the Dij does not follow normal trends. Computer-based devices tend to take the name of their predecessors: digital cameras become simply "cameras"; cell phones become "phones". Other things have no names before the invention of the device itself; iPod, internet.
The Dij contains things with borrowed names: sites, nodes, people. It is a proper noun, a place. "I'll meet you in the Dij." This is unlikely to change. Its name comes from a shortening of "digital", and is in popular usage now, pending inclusion in the Oxford Dictionary.
After all, people cannot simply call it "the world".
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 7, 2010 1:06:03 GMT 1
7th October 2010
Open a book from your shelf and read the first sentence you see. Does it inspire you?
"Tru... ooooo... luv..."
Ryder leaned over and kissed Natalie with a fervour that secretly thrilled her, especially as he nestled her so close to his hard, warm body.
Pull youself together, Kid. There's people outside.
"Forgive this weakness, Mr. Holmes, I have been a little overwrought.
Well, Socrates, is there any reason why I should not?
Sophie was supposed to break that anagram on her own.
"When do you leave?" the drow asked.
No; Organa Solo had to be on a fishing expedition.
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 7, 2010 10:36:14 GMT 1
7 October 2010
There are times when I can just barely make out the dusty smell of the very plain, very abandoned apartment. When I can hear the speeders hissing by, shaking the windows. I can hear her tell me that I didn't save her life - and hear him defend me.
When I can hear the hum of the freighter's hyperdrive and feel the excitement of setting a new course to a world far, far away.
Sometimes I notice the skip in my heart as I remember a time when it all almost seemed every bit as real as the waking world.
almost
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 7, 2010 16:20:58 GMT 1
Knight, that one is amazing.
I just cheated and wrote up my next three entries. Meh.
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 7, 2010 17:04:15 GMT 1
You guys are all putting up really great stuff. I feel like the total flunky of the bunch. Hmm wait, I am! Off to entertain the "last-second announcement arrival" family members. Actually, I'm just taking them to old Route 66 and playing "tourist".
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 7, 2010 17:16:45 GMT 1
You guys are all putting up really great stuff. I feel like the total flunky of the bunch. Hmm wait, I am! Ha! I've been thinking of myself the same way. Here's tomorrow's one... since I'm posting. 8th October 2010The tables at the restaurant are square. There's faded-stencil text on the boxes, printed perfect. Quarter-pounder. Fillet o' Fish. Mortar. Choose it, find a barrack, take your regular meal and empty it. Half-full plastic holder of leaflets labelled 'knowledge'. Trays with paper colour-ins: Looney Tunes Olympics. Perspex box of ten-pees, painted caring clown hand on it. Wile E Coyote with a javelin, tongue hanging out, transfixed. Why do you always see their tongues? Looney Tunes toons. Put your selection on Wile E's mouth and hope no grease gets by and then the best… damn hamburger and, oh, the fries.
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 7, 2010 23:28:09 GMT 1
I'll just leave this right here:
xD
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 7, 2010 23:33:50 GMT 1
What on Earth was that!
I think the Englishman is right. If it was 'Oh fish' it would be 'Fillet O Fish'. The letter O followed by an apostrophe indicates a quick form of 'of'. Not 'Oh'.
Also - Fill-ay? Huh?
'Fill-it' where I come from.
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 7, 2010 23:44:40 GMT 1
No.
^.^
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Post by jklinders on Oct 8, 2010 0:06:46 GMT 1
You know Buch, just because you live in England doesn't you all can take the origin of a word and torture it beyond recognition. It's fill-ay just about everywhere I've been. I've only seen fill-it used jokingly. I agree completely with the O' bit though.
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