The Quantum Cats of Arbor Day – Chapter 9
The Archives was the fever dream of a second-grader with a box of crayons and an architectural CAD program. It was a library built by M. C. Escher and furnished by Salvador Dali; it defied description and taste and possibly some of the tenets of Euclidean geometry. It was the heart and soul of The Center.
The Quantum Cats of Arbor Day – Chapter 8
There was no reply, but a few moments later, they heard a frustrated grunting noise, followed by the muted thud of footsteps. A woman strode through the doorway, blew past Noble like a subway car gone express, and sat at the table. “Hi, Becca,” Noble said.
Cool Band Names: A List
This list will be updated on an ongoing basis as new, great band names are discovered. You are welcome and encouraged to submit your own suggestions in the comments section!
Commentary: On Cozy Blankets
The picture shows how I felt at the start of this year: exhausted, nestled warmly and comfortably in the sand, hiding under a blanket from the enormity of the sky and the sea…
A Lack of Resolution
There was a protocol for cases like this. She didn’t get the sense he wanted out completely—not that she could’ve granted such a wish. He just wanted a fair shot, and that she could do…for a price…
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
From all of me to all of you, I hope you have a fantastic Christmas and/or holiday season, whatever you celebrate! The Quantum Cats and I are very cozy and figuring out our next moves. A little R&R is on the docket, and while I don’t expect to get a lot of words on the page over the next week, I am sure to do a lot of thinking, and that’s almost as important…right? Or maybe that’s my gift to myself! And now, I must return to an evening of Reindeer Games with the extended River family! By way of compensation, here’s a Christmas limerick: There once was a man with a sledIn December, he dressed all in redHe brought gifts to the goodLike a sled made of…
The Quantum Cats of Arbor Day – Chapter 7
Roger furrowed his brow and leaned back in his chair. “And you’re absolutely certain that’s what she said?” Noble nodded, chin up, chin down, decisively. “She was pretty close to my ear. I’m sure that was it.” “Hmm,” said Roger. “Ok. So what does it mean?”