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Tapping Away in the Middle of the Night

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Some of you out there might be asking, "Why doesn't this guy update his Blog?" Well, I do ... but you have to scroll down a bit to see it, because this is a 'Sticky Post'. For those of you who don't know what that means (I know you're out there), it means that you'll see this post every time you come to my blog. But the newer ones (the updates) are just below. Just thought I'd let you know what was going on in case you were getting all confused (it happens). Why the 'Sticky Post?' I needed it to make my Cluster Map work (which I needed to feel God-like! :devil: )
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At Present (A Short Story)

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Early evening was the time Norm felt most refreshed. After a bit of a sleep, and when the air had cooled somewhat, he felt more awake and alert than at any other time of the day.

Which wasn’t saying much, of course, at his age.

Still, whenever he saw Carol, he felt years younger. His love for her lifted his heart and bolstered his resolve to outlive her – by sheer force of will, if necessary – regardless of the aches, pains and infirmity that came with age. Damned if he’d go first and make her suffer through such a loss.

Of course, he couldn’t imagine what it would be like for him once Carol went, but he’d rather suffer the pain of outliving her, than leave her to deal with the pain his death would bring.

No doubt she harboured the same sort of unspoken resolution.

Of course, the ideal thing, he knew, would be if they went together, peacefully in their sleep. But that wasn’t likely to happen, and that was just the way of things.

It wasn’t anything to be feared, of course; death was a natural part of life. And they both had a firm belief in the afterlife and knew they’d see each other again in the next world. It was just that they’d be devastated until they met again, after so many living years where they were never apart.

He mentally shook his head. Thoughts like that had been coming more and more, and it was a rare day when the subject didn’t occur to him at least once.

Carol heard him shuffling. The tread on the slippers he got for his eighty-seventh last month was thick enough to rasp the carpet as he moved up the hall, easily heard in the quiet of their house.

Turning from the dining room table where she was enjoying a cup of tea and a good read, she took the box off the sideboard and met him as arrived in the room.

Although a little tremulous with age, her voice was, nevertheless, strong.

“Happy Anniversary, Dad”, she beamed, holding the present out.

“Happy Anniversary, Mother”, he smiled back. He knew he’d forgotten it again. And he knew – as always – that she didn’t mind.

They’d met almost seventy years ago, finding themselves with eyes only for one another very soon after. Married at eighteen (their birthdays surprisingly close together), it was a marriage that had lasted longer than a lot of people they’d known had stayed alive. Certainly, they’d outlived all their friends. And, sadly, one or two of their children.

Still, the love they had for one another had been enough to see them through the bad times as well as the good. And tantamount to that was the fact that Carol had never held any ill will at the fact that Norm always forgot their anniversary, despite the fact she never had.

Their eyes met as Norm began unwrapping his gift …

… until something inside it …

… shuddered.

They both froze.

With the near-telepathy that comes from two people sharing a lifetime together, they both knew that Carol was not responsible for …

… whatever it was.

Nevertheless:

“That … that’s that pewter tankard you had your eye on … ”.

Norm set the box down on the kitchen table.

They backed away.

Their hands met and – though cold with age and fright – they found solace and strength in that simple touch.

It was needed.

The box shuddered once more.

Norm knew that to wonder aloud what could be making such a skin-crawling sound would be redundant; Carol was wondering that as well. However, before they could consider a course of action …

… whatever it was inside the box thumped against the lid.

Instinctively, Norm moved between Carol and the box as the thumping from within grew louder and more violent. Whatever it was in there – whatever it was that shouldn’t have been in there – was coming out, and Norm wasn’t about to leave Carol in harm’s way.

Moving as fast as he could manage, he guided Carol further away from the table as the shuddering inside the box began making it jump and tip.

With Carol in front of him, they moved down the hall towards the front door. Norm had no idea what was in the box, but he knew in the pit of his stomach that they didn’t want to be around when whatever it was got out.

As they shuffled out of the hall and into the foyer, something behind them exploded with a crack of thunder as whatever it was in the box broke loose, an inexplicable increase in mass slamming into the table below – splintering it – as it leapt free.

Somehow knowing they’d never make it to the front door in time, Norm herded Carol towards the closer bathroom. Like all the doors in their old house, it was thick, and Norm desperately hoped it would keep whatever it was out.

No less worse than due to the fact it was in his mind, Norm’s skin tightened with the expectation of razor-sharp talons raking his back as whatever it was gained on them.

Carol went in ahead of him …

… then Norm, slamming the door behind him.

As quickly as he could, he turned and flipped the lock. The adrenalin that had enabled him to get them both up the hall had left him, and he sagged against the door, exhausted.

Whatever it was slammed against the door hard enough to bend it inwards, savagely knocking Norm back onto the tiled floor. Carol screamed as she heard the distinct snap of breaking bones on impact, then screamed again as another impact sent a vicious crack down the middle of the door.

In the seconds before whatever it was came upon them, Norm – through a haze of pain – realized that although it wasn’t in their sleep as he’d hoped …


… they would die together.

Copyright © 2008 by David Scott Aubrey
All Rights Reserved
996 Words


This short story is a work of fiction. Any and all names, characters and/or incidents are either products of my imagination or are used fictitiously. Where any such resemblance may exist to actual persons (living or dead), actual events or locales, it is purely coincidental.

Please don't assume that my characters speak for me or carry my own opinions on various matters in any way, shape or form (though some might - you never can tell).


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Who Watches the (Official) Watchmen (Movie Trailer)?

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Everyone I hope!




By God, this is going to be an awesome movie!



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Bang, Zoom ...

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I'm a sucker for the whole exploration of space thing. Always have been.

As such, I just found this article about the Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter. Billed as NASA's first step back to the moon, the LRO is due to launch later this year from the Kennedy Space Center.

The orbiter will gather 'the most comprehensive data set ever returned from the moon' as it looks for safe landing sites for future missions.

The really cool thing about this mission, though (aside from the fact that they're finally taking steps to go back to the moon), is that NASA is giving people the chance to be part of it, by letting you add your name to a database that will be stored on a microchip embedded into the spacecraft. People who add their names get a certificate, which they can either print, or save as a .pdf file.

Although the Send Your Name to the Moon page says that the deadline was the 27th of June, 2008, said deadline has been extended to the 25th of July, meaning that - if you want to be in on it - as of this writing, you've got ten days left to go here and sign up.

I know ... it's just your name on a microchip on a spacecraft that'll orbit the moon for a while ... but it's probably the closest most of us will get. :wink:

'See' you there. :smile:





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Sympathetic Ears (A Short Story)

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“There ya go. First one’s on the house … you look like you could use it”.

The haggard man blinked and shook his head, as if coming up for air from somewhere deep within himself. After looking at the beer for a long time as if it was the most welcome thing he’d ever seen, he looked up at Earl.

Earl was an innocuous sight at a little under five feet, though weighing in at nearly three hundred pounds. Santa Clause hair spilled out of his face and ran up to hide under a worn, woolen beanie. Like jolly old Saint Nick, Earl also had a kind twinkle in his eye.

“What’s the problem, stranger?”

The haggard man leaned back on his stool as if to get his brain around just why this man was being so kind to him. After all that had happened to him lately, he wondered what possible interest the bartender could have in …

… but then he managed a half-hearted smile and realized he was in the place to talk about his problems. Hell, the man behind the bar probably did nothing but listen to people’s problems, day in, day out; strangers pouring out their sorry tales to him.

It maybe even helped a little.

So the haggard man began, thankful the bar was empty, with the exception of himself and Earl; thankful it was so far off the main road that nobody was likely to come in while he let it all out, for that matter.

During it all, Earl merely listened, nodding occasionally as if he had, indeed, heard it all before. The haggard man took solace in this: If his problems weren’t as unique as he thought, he didn’t feel quite so alone with ‘em.

The beer flowed for a good hour or so, and the haggard man – though still haggard – felt at least a little less burdened, having unloaded his woes; no closer to a solution, but a little better.

The beer was obviously going some way towards that. And it awoke a hunger in the haggard man.

“Say, Earl”, for they were now on a first-name basis, “you got anything stronger than beer?”

The corner of Earl’s mouth moved towards the twinkle in his eye, and he began nodding again.

“Yep … I reckon there’s something stronger out the back …

… you wanna come out and help me look for it?”

As if it were the best offer he’d had in a long while, the haggard man climbed down none-too-steadily from his stool and headed for the doorway Earl was gesturing towards.

“Through here?”

Earl just nodded, moving towards the door himself, though pausing until the haggard man had gone through.

The room was dark – a pokey little storeroom – and Earl made no effort to find a light switch. What little light fell through from the bar illuminated only kegs of beer, shelves of something in glass bottles and wooden boxes …

… wooden boxes of something possibly better than beer … ?

“Look over the back there”.

Earl’s voice seemed close.

“What am I looking for?”

In a movie, the haggard man would have heard Earl say something like, “You’ll know it when you see it”, before he saw what he saw. Truth be told, even if Earl had shouted something like that at him, the haggard man wouldn’t have heard it: Blood was pounding in his ears in time to his heartbeat like some sort of wet bass drum.

A sudden inhalation stopped the tattoo as something stabbed into the space between the haggard man’s third and fourth vertebrae. An instant later, he was on the floor.

Knowing nobody would be by, Earl set to work. As he began cutting away, he looked up at the bottles, to the last thing the haggard man had seen ...

… and spoke.

“Yep … another Sad Sack tonight. Whining to me like he’s the only one in the world with problems. As if I’m supposed to listen to everyone else’s problems when there’s nobody to listen to mine … ”

As he settled in for a long night of talking about his problems to the only ones who would listen, Earl finished his grisly job and rinsed his trophies under the sink, before adding the haggard man’s ears to his collection.


Copyright © 2008 by David Scott Aubrey
All Rights Reserved
723 Words


This short story is a work of fiction. Any and all names, characters and/or incidents are either products of my imagination or are used fictitiously. Where any such resemblance may exist to actual persons (living or dead), actual events or locales, it is purely coincidental.

Please don't assume that my characters speak for me or carry my own opinions on various matters in any way, shape or form (though some might - you never can tell).


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Actual search terms people use to find their way to my blog. My replies. Let's get on with it:



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Gasp - someone's cracked the secret celebrity code! That's right; all you have to do is enter 'find email' followed by the celebrity name of your choice into Google and you'll instantly be put in touch with your favourite celebrity! It's as simple as that! Can you believe it? I know I can't.



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Since a mirror presents a technological hurdle to the person who entered this search term, we'll have to do this one old school. First, pop your eyeball out of its socket, being careful not to sever any of the nerves and suchlike. Gently pull the eyeball down until it's looking in your mouth. Make sure your other eye is closed (you don't want to give your brain conflicting messages when you're only concentrating on your mouth). Wait until the signals from the irreparably damaged eye stop being translated to your brain as white flashes and - through the haze of indescribable agony - you may just see what the inside of your mouth looks like. The dry socket is a region approximately ... appro ... hey ... hey, wake up, I'm talking, here. Hello? Hmm ... passed out from the pain. Oh, well.



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Oh, that's easy - his vagina! No, wait ...



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This is perfectly normal behaviour in most felines, ranging from the humble housecat to the mighty lion. The simple way to stop your cat from doing this is to take your finger out of its arse. After that, ask yourself what a lion was doing in your house in the middle of the night.

And what your finger was doing up it.



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This would be an immensely funny (yet impractible) toolbar for fans of The Destroyer series of novels. Can you imagine? You move the cursor to 'Open' and Chuin's voice comes out of your computer speakers telling you, "The secrets of the glorious art of Sinanju are not available for a pale piece of pig's ear (though I have made an exception for Remo)". You go to 'View' and Chuin demands payment in gold before you see anything. You go to 'Edit' and Remo's hand comes out of the computer and tears your head off ...



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Should Auld Computers Be Forgot ...

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Thursday, the 29th of May, 2008, and - unable to throw anything out - David Scott Aubrey banishes his sturdy old workhorse of a computer to a dark, dusty room full of cobwebs.

That's right, my old 1992 AST Bravo 5133 with 64 Mb of RAM, an Original Pentium processor and 1.8 Gb of hard disk space running Windows 98SE with a Canon BJC 210 printer is finally being put out to pasture.




But never fear, ladies and gentlemen, because it's being replaced by my new Intel Celeron 540 1.8GHz Processor, 80Gb Hard Drive, 512 Mb RAM, graphics accelerator 528 Mb Compaq Presario C731TU Notebook (which - in the olden-days - used to be called a laptop) running Vista Home Basic with a Canon Pixma MP610 MFC. And - from Paint Shop Pro 7 - I'm being slapped in the frontal lobes with the learning curve of Photoshop CS3 ...





... which is why I haven't been around for a while. It's just all so new and there's a lot to take in!

Microphone, webcam, voice control, ADSL, Office 2003 (up from '97) ...

... did I mention it was all just so new and a lot to take in? :faint: :lol:


(Yes, I know it's not Thursday, the 29th of may, 2008 any more ... but ... uh ... it's all just so new and there's a lot to take in ... ? :wink: )

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Rise and Fall, Rage and Grace

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I don't know if this is news to anyone else (probably not :rolleyes: ), but I've just found out that The Offspring finally have a new album out!




I've got all the main albums by these guys (with the exception of the 'Best Of' one - no point, really, since I have the others); enjoyed 'em immensely, too! Apparently, this one is kind of like Smash in style and has a more serious leaning in the subject matter (think Come Out and Play compared to Pretty Fly for a White Guy, for instance). From the full video of new song, Hammerhead they provide on their site, it certainly looks like it.

So, to sum up, I'm off to the music store ... ! :lol:

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AQUARIUS (Jan. 20 - Feb. 18)

Trephination of the roof of your mouth will continue apace, so long as you stay focused on your secret goal of being able to lick the back of your own eyeballs ... and keep a tight hold of that metal ruler.



PISCES (Feb. 19 - March 20)

No matter how much sugar you put in them, those frog shit tarts just don't taste all that sweet.



ARIES (March 21- April 19)

It won't be long now ...



TAURUS (April 20 - May 20)

Unfortunately, there was no guarantee the ziplock bag would hold that quantity of pus.



GEMINI (May 21 - June 21)

At least you enjoyed that sandwich before you realized what was on it ...



CANCER (June 22 - July 22)

Phlegm: Not just a condiment.



LEO (July 23 - August 22)

Yes, if you keep doing that, you will get your name in the paper.



VIRGO (August 23 - Sept. 22)

Patterning yourself after the guy who appeared in that show with the words 'Most Evil' in the title was never a good idea.



LIBRA (Sept. 23 - Oct. 23)

Make sure none of that gets on me!



SCORPIO (Oct. 24 - Nov. 21)

If this keeps up, you won't even need teeth.



SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22 - Dec. 21)

Remember all those jars with the snot in them? Now's the time, so grab the milk and tuck in ... !



CAPRICORN (Dec. 22 - Jan. 19)

Learn how to wrap up a blog post.


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