“Brothers and sisters, can you hear me?”

“We can hear you!”

“Join me then, in celebrating the Spectrometer Mass!”

“Yes!”

“I have put in the sample!”

“The sample!”

“It has been judged!”

“Judge them, O spectrometer!”

“Let the peaks be right!”

“Let them be right!”

“Let the valleys be right!”

“Oh, let them be right!”

“For if they are not…what then, my brothers and sisters?”

“Recycle! Recycle!”

“Yes, if the peaks are not right, if the valleys are not right,
then the supplicant so judged must be recycled! To return anew in a form more pleasing to the spectrometer!”

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SUN: As you know, I have been seem with many planets and I am certainly attracted to them. But I come before you today to announce that I am also attracted…to other stars.

REPORTER: But…aren’t you still attracted to planets?

SUN: Yes, but my attraction to other stars is much greater. If there were any nearby stars, I would probably move to meet them immediately.

REPORTER: So your preference is for other stars and stellar objects?

SUN: In fact, I am attracted not only to other stars but all objects in the universe with mass. That is the point of this press conference: I am neither heterostellar nor homostellar, but panstellar.

REPORTER: What does this mean for you going forward?

SUN: Going forward, I intend to act on my attractions, live them openly, and apologize for nothing. I welcome your questions.

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Luckily, for people like Melody who couldn’t come to class–or people like Shanna who didn’t pay attention therein–the lectures were available online.

“Hey,” Melody said, looking at her screen. “The lecture video is 10 minutes longer than class takes. Did they like film people coming in and sitting down?”

“Well, it says ‘remastered.’ Maybe they added in some later stuff,” said Shanna. “Let’s see.”

The lecture video began, and immediately Melody scrunched up her nose in distaste. “That’s not his voice. He’s all squeaky, whoever’s talking now sounds really deep.”

“Look, that’s not him at all,” Shanna cried, pointing at the screen. “It’s somebody else!”

Indeed, it looked like some considerable effort had been taken with digital tools to replace the lecturer completely, body and voice.

“And what’s up with these slides?” said Melody. “They aren’t the same as the ones we saw before!”

“This isn’t a remastering of the lecture,” added Shanna. “He’s just wrecking everything that was good about it int he first place!”

Melody nodded. “Yeah. This is the last time I take a class from Professor Lucas.”

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EDMINSTER-CARR: Good evening, and welcome to Friendly Fire. I am your host and moderator, Dr. Poe Edminster-Caar, chair of the Undead Studies department at Ravensholme University. Tonight, our experts will put their delectable brains to the question of Talk Like a Pirate Day. Joining me with a perspective on piracy is William “Black Bill” Cubbins IV, pirate-in-residence at the University of Plunder Bay as well as executive director of UPB’s William Kidd Center for the Study of Pirate Culture.

CUBBINS: Arr, thank you, Dr. Edminster-Carr. It be a right pleasure to be here afore yer mast. I hope ye will permit me to reply in the piratey cant o’ me ancestors as a grog-hoist to today’s holiday.

EDMINSTER-CARR: Quite. And with a counterpoint, Ms. Matsumura-Tamaribuchi, an activist with the Occupy Treasure Island movement, the Sharper Blades, Sharper Minds katana outreach program, and the United Ninja College Fund. She is a current Distinguished Daimyo at Kaizoku University and is the Tokugawa Chair of Shinobi Studies there.

MATSUMURA-TAMARIBUCHI: The pleasure of being here cuts like a strong autumn wind through a tussock of rice paddies, Dr. Edminster-Car-san.

EDMINSTER-CARR: So, let me put the question to you right away, Mr. Cubbins: does Talk Like a Pirate Day support or denigrate pirate culture? And, that being said, does it support or denigrate ninja culture?

CUBBINS: Arr, while there be some in the pirate longboat who see Cant Like a Buccanneer Day as a reinforcin’ o’ negative stereotypes, I call that bilge. Piratey speech be a tradition o’ our people as old as Davy Jones, and the Day be a fine opportunity to reach out and educate lubbers about their pirate heritages, matey!

MATSUMURA-TAMARIBUCHI: Rubbish, Rubbish like the blades of a weed whacker cutting through a garbage scow. This so-called holiday is just pro-pirate propaganda, designed to endear them to people who are unaware of pirate crimes against ninjas.

CUBBINS: Arr, ye be tryin’ me patience with that bilge. There be nothin’ about talkin’ piraty that encorages any specific viewpoint!

MATSUMURA-TAMARIBUCHI: Like a voice through reeds, your discriminatory holiday appeals to a “golden age of piracy” that never existed and serves to buttress your claims to traditionally ninja islands.

CUBBINS: Arr, but what of ye? Yer own ninjas ain’t a-guilty of romanticizin’ their own past afore? The history books be a-teachin’ us that you’ve got bilge in yer hold as well.

MATSUMURA-TAMARIBUCHI: We are not talking about ninjas.

CUBBINS: Aye, perhaps because “Talk Like a Ninja Day” would be nothin’ but a cargo o’ SILENCE?

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Sept. 12, 10:02 p.m. – under 21 – Open container, harrassment of officer.

Sept. 12, 10:37 p.m. – under 21 – Distributing candy “Planeteer rings” and begging passersby to “help summon Captain Planet.”

Sept. 12, 10:44 p.m. – under 21 – Asleep on park bench with open container. Ballistics confirms suspect originated vomit 23.2 yards away.

Sept. 12, 11:12 p.m. – over 21 – Wandering into traffic and demanding Grey Poupon brand mustard from motorists.

Sept. 12, 11:39 p.m. – under 21 – Urination on parked squad car, open container.

Sept. 12, 11:59 p.m. – under 21 – Attempting to ride what responding officer described as “skateboard with no wheels” and insisting that they had to “return to the year 1985.”

Sept. 13, 12:02 a.m. – under 21 – Broke into Hopewell Human Society. Declared to responding office that “when Gozer the Traveler arrives, all prisoners will be released.” Harrassment of responding officer, declaring that said officer would “perish in flames.”

Sept. 13, 12:57 a.m. – over 21 – 57 minutes over 21, suspect attempted to steal police cruiser.

Sept. 13, 01:32 a.m. – over 21 – Harrassment of officer; suspect kept tapping button on chest and demanding that the “away team” be “beamed up.”

Sept. 13, 03:14 a.m. – under 21 – Climbing courthouse clock tower screaming about “the soul’s midnight.” Harrassment of responding officer; suspect said “Your torments call us like dogs in the night. And we do feed, and feed well.”

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“It’s a pity,” said Chief Strong, looking at the statue. “Have you seen this before?”

“Yeah,” said Officer Carruthers. “It’s a shame, really. Kids want to get stoned, and they don’t realize what it’ll cost them.”

They were looking at a group of marble statues, accurate to the smallest detail, of a group of frat boys.

“I bet the Gorgon didn’t even mean to do it,” Strong continued. “All it takes is a few drinks and one slip of their sunglasses.

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The assembled Fonts of Wisdom reflected gravely on the news.

“Times New Roman was the greatest of our number, our leader in times of heartache,” said Courier New.

“He was our rock against all that would move us,” added Garamond. “If he can fade and fall, what lies in store for the rest of us?”

“The dark forces of Sans are spreading,” intoned Bodoni. “Where once we greeted Arial and her brothers as equals, they have become darker of late, dedicated to our overthrow.”

“Indeed,” sighed Courier New. “Times New Roman has been quietly fading from us, withdrawing from the world. His overthrow by Calibri was perhaps the last straw, and I fear that he may now be lost to us forever.”

A moment of silence followed.

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I know nobody will read this post but sometimes, when I’m bored, I get wrapped up in my tutu and put a giant horn on my head and lather sparkles all over myself and slide around the kitchen floor pretending I’m a magical unicorn!

uni-cutout

Cut out, fold, and prance! Courtesy Library of Congress.

You just read that, didn’t you? I’m sure you thought it amusing, perhaps even slightly bewildering. Perhaps you even said to yourself “at last, I know I am not the only one!”

Alas dear fellow unicorn, I am sorry. I have unwittingly played this game and now so have you! You read my post and thus you must now post the following message to continue the game (unless you have lost your sense of humor).

The person who passed the sparkles on to me did so to raise breast cancer awareness. Be aware, and pass on an awareness of your own in your post. Be a good sport and keep the sparkles going! Enjoy!

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“Get back,” said Nigel, unholstering his gun. “I’m going to give them a taste of The Australian.”

“The Australian?” said Laura as she was hustled away. “Why does he call it that?”

As if in response to her question, the massive pistol in Nigel’s hand sputtered fire at their pursuers:

G’DAY! G’DAY-G’DAY-G’DAY!

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Hey kids! Justin Thyme here with some fresh tidbits from my upcoming book Meeting Deadlines and Killing Them due out this summer from Kyoto Processed Ricepaper Concerns Press. Or maybe it’s due out in 2025. Could it have already been published, maybe in 1995? Ah well. It will be out soon or at least has already been out for less than 20 years at this point.

My editor Ari said that I should only share low-grade tips for free, but stuff that mess. I’m gonna lay some spun gold time management tips on all y’all, and since ALL my tips in the book are gold, you’re gonna be like a gold digger. And then I’ll get some gold, because royalties. Maybe. Like I said, I might have already got and spent the check.

But yeah, the tips:

1. Set deadlines.
You don’t have all the time in the world. While it’s theoretically possible to have all the time in the world, it’s a lot less expensive in high-energy tachyons. So set deadlines. And if you miss the deadline, set another one. Keep setting them until it’s done or until you don’t have to do the thing you wanted to do anymore.

2. Minimize distractions.
This means your telephones, your books, your papyrus scrolls, your Facebooks, your NeuralNetLinx, whatever. You may or may not have all of those things depending on when this book (or is it an ebook?) comes out, but ignore ’em. If your goal requires the use of such distractions, well, do without. And finally, to minimize distractions, don’t under any circumstances…hmm. Hey, did you ever wonder why monkeys don’t grow beards?

3. Wait for the inevitable collapse of society.
It’s a-comin’, people, and it will be the end of all deadlines forever. Unless it’s already happened. I’m a bit fuzzy on the when, but strap in otherwise! It’s going to be a wild ride.

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