7/30/2005 10:25:00 AM
We bought a digital camera yesterday, too. So now we're firmly in the 21st century, almost.
You forgot to wear pants!
Ha ha! Made you look!
7/30/2005 10:25:00 AM
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7/26/2005 04:52:00 PM
To All Wally World Customers:
No, we don't have than in stock right now, you will have to wait a week.
Yes, we are moving to a different location.
We will be open AUGUST THE FOURTH and if you look ANYWHERE in the store you can find that out.
No, I can't help you find ______ and maybe if you had come in more than 3 days before the wedding / party / whatever, I may have been able to help you find clothing / footwear / presents / cards / whatever. Since you didn't, I guess you're screwed and will have to wait until August the fourth.
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7/12/2005 09:49:00 PM
The eyes, Schulz mused, drew you in. They were Rasputin eyes, dark holes into the man's dark soul. The face was rugged, handsome in a three-days'-growth kind of way, reminding her of a college roommate's boyfriend.
The black-and-white photo was a blowup off a government ID, expanded slightly more than it should have been. Jagged square pixellations distracted you, making it difficult to see the face in full. Forest for the trees.
The folder next to the photo was as thick as the Sunday Times. LEDBECKER, M. was printed on it in a font meant to suggest an outmoded impact typewriter. A succession of white stickers were below the name, labeled
Part 1 of 2, Part 1 of 3, and Part 1 of 4. Someone—Schulz suspected it was Lipton—had scrawled Part 1 of a continuing saga in red felt-tip under the labels.
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7/12/2005 12:31:00 AM
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7/07/2005 06:00:00 PM
The entrance to the bardo was a baroque arch, a single massive piece of sandalwood carved nearly filigree-thin with inset images: goat-footed satyrs, ravens in flight, sauvastikas and manjis, entwined serpents, fat cherubs of the Renaissance, capering monkeys, a single massive elephant with a broken tusk, and a seeming infinity of other signs and symbols, wrapping around and over each other in a gestalt that was definitely more than the sum of its parts. It burned, too, burned with a flame that did not consume, but merely hovered above the surface of the wood like the breath of some lost angel.So far it has two possible titles: "The Ash of Memory" or "The World Beyond The World".
She passed through the arch, and from one instant to the next her memories fell away from her, burned by that white-hot flame. All she had known, all she had been, floated away as ash, carried up and up on the rising air, into the bright blue sky. All that was left was the knowledge that she was dead.
A line of people stretched long before her and (craning her head around) behind her too. Were they all dead? she wondered. But of course they were. If they weren't, how had they come here, and why?
She tried to remember dying, but it was gone, floating with the ash of all her memories, gone, gone, gone against the sun-bright sky.