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The Day the Power Went Out [Speculative fiction in the What If? Genre.] – Note: This was written by hand in pen on paper.

April 19, 2018

[Speculative fiction in the What If? Genre.] Note: This was written by hand in pen on paper.

~~~~~~~~ Chapter Zero ~~~~~~~~~~~

It was 4:39 AM according to the clock in the van.  I went back to sleep. When I awoke in the morning the power was still out. It stayed out.

About 3/4ths of the World’s population died over the next few years.

All the money in all the bank’s computers vanished. No oil was pumped. No computers, telephones, TV… No gas for trucks to bring food to the city… The people that lived off the grid survived and thrived. All the stuff survived… Thank God for the Bic Lighter. Fire is Good.

~~~~~~~~ Chapter One ~~~~~~~~~

It started to get cold. I started writing this diary using a pen on paper. (a mostly blank report from Merrill Lynch – USPS Junk Mail).

I can hear little birds. The police drove into King Salmon and Flashed Red, White and Blue Lights then drove away… A PG&E Truck drove by and then drove by again going in the other direction. Doing Recon. At this point in time I do not know if this is The End [link to doors song]

The water works at home. No Phone, No Computers, No Cooking, Heat? Unknown. Battery backup on thermostat? No Electricity.

It was rainy and windy last night but not excessively so. I could see the blinking channel lights in the bay but King Salmon was Dark.

I wonder… What IF the electricity went out worldwide forever…

Would I be one of the survivors of a Techno-Industrial Collapse? What can I do to thrive in the Post Apocalypse? What can we do?

“After the Global Economic Collapse You and I will breed a new race.”

“Oh Boy! That sounds like fun!”

Or we could build Sailboats with fishing poles. Three masted schooners with large nets. Great for catching fish in a world without electricity. Feeding the People.

Or we could grow our own…

~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Two ~~~~~~~~~~

Time Passes… (What else would Time Do?)

“Well, look at that” says I staring at a glowing lightbulb…

It looks like a UFO hovering near the ceiling… and then it flew away…

Note the Turtle’s Shadow on the ceiling…

as If the Turtle is Riding the UFO!

So, This individual level 5 catastrophic event did not come to pass this time… Will Our Hero Learn from this experience and Thrive in the Post Apocalypse techno industrial wasteland?

As it turns out… NO… a couple of days later, the internet went out for a day…

Suddenlink to the rescue! Three trucks and a PG&E truck too.

Official PG&E Outages Webpage Searchable Map.

http://www.pge.com/myhome/outages/outage/

at the time I typed this story, We were at the center of a known outage caused by equipment overload. Possibly an indoor marijuana farm using grow lights… Makes you wonder…

“Blue Cheese Gone Bad” – A Murder Mystery – Not One Word is True, It’s Fiction!

April 19, 2018

Prolog: In the beginning, Doggod created the Heavenz and the Dirt. Later, he/she/it would create Blue Cheese… I’ve always wondered about The First Guy to eat Blue Cheese… It Looks and Smells Poisonous but it’s actually really Good! That First Guy had Courage or bad eyesight… or maybe he was just REALLY Hungry.

Disclaimer: No, I did not Google the keywords “untraceable poison” at the Public Library using the sign in name “John Smith”. You would have to ask Mr. Smith about that.

~~~~~ Clues! ~~~~~

The murder weapon was a kitchen knife that was recently used to cut Blue Cheese. The yeast that makes the cheese blue has a Unique DNA and the poLice were able trace it to the specific company that grew it. Extremely expensive, the cheese was sold at Trendy Yuppie Shops that deliver… and know where you live… and are coming to get you… nyah ha ha ha ha

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Zero ~~~~~~~~~~

What Do I Do Now, Pam?

Delivery Boy discovered Mr. Body in the Kitchen with a Knife. He called his friend ‘All Natural’ Pam… She recommended that he NOT call the poLice. He immediately hung up and dialed 911.

~~~~~~~~~~~~Die A Log ~~~~~~~~~~~~

911 Operator Said: “Would You like Fries with That?”

“What?” said Delivery Boy.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you dialed 911 we also do Mickey Dees… What is the nature of your problem?”

“I’d like to report a Dead Body…

“How do you know he’s dead?”

“I poked him with an Icicle but he didn’t do nothing…”

“Ooooh, that’s not good… ”

~~~~~~~~~~ later ~~~~~~~~

Officer Faceless Drone pulled the knife out of Mr. Body and said: “Blue Cheese in the Wound.” That’s a Clue!… Quick, get out my copy of ‘Clues for the Clueless’ and see if it’s listed.”

Officer [Girl from] Ipanema Clone said: “Either Mr. Body or Mr. Stickums must have brought the cheese to the scene of the crime.”

Officer Faceless Drone said: “That’s True, they are both on our list of suspects… But… What if the Cheese was Not Blue Cheese at All? What if it was just normal cheese that had become infected with a different blue microorganism developed at Aberdeen Proving Grounds? A Secret Untraceable Poison… Military Madness like Castro’s Exploding Cigar… or designed diseases like AIDS?  So many questions, and No Ledge to Stand On… deep sigh… ”

Officer [Girl from] Ipanema Clone said: “and…”

“Where is all the Blood?” asked Officer Faceless Drone.

“You’re right! This place should look like Andy Warhol was spraying Tomato Soup from a Firehose.” Said Officer [Girl from] Ipanema Clone.

So many Questions… So many Clues…

“Did you notice the icicles in the sink? Did someone whack Mr Body in the head with an Eye Cycle?”

“Ahh… Blunt Force Trauma… Ya Think? That would mean the Knife Wound was Post-Mortem and not very bloody.”

CLUE: The Third Icicle in the Sink has what appears to be Tomato Soup on it. But… Appearances can be Misleading…

“Where are the Cameras?” asked Officer [Faceless Drone]

“That one (mounted in the corner of the room where Mr Body Laid) is covered in Green Slime! As If it had a Close Encounter With the Ectoplasm of the Ungrateful Dead… or maybe someone just barfed on it.” Said Officer [Girl from Ipanema Clone]

“I can see why… The room next door to here is filled with Buckets o’ Blood… and someone tossed their cookies. Great rivers o’blood, fountains o’blood, waterfalls o’blood, surfable waves o’blood, Sue Nammi’s o’blood and virtual oceans o’ Jupiter o’ blood… dripping… swirling… splashing… and look, to make it all special and so memorable… Tossed Cookies!

Officer [Ipanema Clone] said: “Wait a Second, This isn’t Blood, it’s Warm Tomato Soup and there is Andy Warhol with a firehose.”

Andy says: “At your service, Mam.”

Action: and then he Splorched her…

Sound Effect [Splorch]

and then…

Officer [Faceless Drone] asked: “What’s that Smell?”

CODE::: {Insert HTML Dropdown menu of Bad Smells.}

<select>

<option value=”dead alien”>Dead Alien in the Dumpster</option>

<option value=”Odorama”>Odorama Theater after the Movie’s Over</option>

<option value=”muffins”>Dinosaur Meadow Muffins</option>

<option value=”burner”>Fire in the TV Studio</option>

</select>

:::~CODE

Pop Up Game Show Host says: “Put on your Magic Sniffer Nose… Can you tell if that odd smell coming from behind Door #1, Door #2, Door #3 or is it a Fire in the TV Studio?”

{Story Branches due to Reader’s Choice.}

{Select Door #1, The Dead Alien in the Dumpster}

Delivery Boy said: “Look! Mr Body has Miraculously Healed! It was just a tiny wound and hardly bled at all!”

[Everybody Sing] “A Happy Ending or is it just the beginning… Of a New Chapter of our Story. Happy, Happy Endings… Make me sick… Oh, kill him again… Whack him in the head… Oh, kill him again… Make sure he’s dead… Happy, Happy Endings make me Sick!”

{Story Branches due to Reader’s Choice.}

{Select Door #2, An Odorama Theater after the Movie’s Over}

Officer Faceless Drone said: “Did you know that Mr Body and Mr Stickums were business partners building the Next Big Thing at their corporation, NBT Inc. It involved pirating research into Next Big Thingism and simply connecting the dots… Like, Is there a Relationship between Chemtrails and SADS? Sudden Adult Death Syndrome… I wonder, Was Mr Body just another victim? and… most importantly… uh… Did any of you just happen to actually Touch Mr Body? uh… Wait a second…”

Officer Faceless Drone dialed 911 and said “we need a Biological HAZMAT team her right now. and NO ONE leaves this site!”

[dramatic pause]

“Oh My God! I’m Infected!”

… to be continued …

{Story Branches due to Reader’s Choice.}

{Select Door #3, Dinosaur Meadow Muffins}

[This part of the story needs to be written…]

{Story Branches due to Reader’s Choice.}

{Select a Fire in the TV Studio}

[This part of the story needs to be written… but…

It will include the Game Show Host screaming FIRE! FIRE!FIRE!FIRE!FIRE!FIRE!FIRE!FIRE!]

and the thrilling conclusion…
where Officer Faceless Drone reveals who dun it.

But First!

~~~~~~~~~~ (~);-} ~~~~~~~~~~

OTHER RANDOM PARTS OF THE STORY THAT I WROTE… BACKSTORY… Plot Thickener… Silly Sidetracks…

 The DA supposed that this was not a premeditated murder but a crime of passion. Because no one would plan to “cut the cheese” first and then stick the victim…

[Your Name Here] certainly enjoyed a good blue cheese as much as the NEXT person so [Your Name Here] was put on the list of suspects at the Police Station. Right there! Where everyone could see it. Held in place on the corkboard with a Blood Red Pushpin.

[best friend] said: [insert dialog here]

[Your Name Here] said [insert dialog here] {Repeat}

[best friend] said: [insert dialog here]

[Your Name Here] said “enough talk! Now this is time for Action!”

[insert action here] {Re Peat Again?}

“Let’s bring them all into the police station and grill them.” Said Drone #42

“And serve them up with a side order of [insert name = not Fava] beans, rice and a Garnish of Wages.” Said Drone #420

List of Characters:

Mr and Mrs Stickums

Mr. Body

Delivery Boy

“All Natural” Pam

Mr Unknown Third Guy

Officer [Faceless Drone]

Officer [Girl from Ipanema Clone]

Officer Drone #42

Officer Drone #420

Passerby #1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13… etc…

FlutterBy #1

Backstory of “All Natural” Pam D. Baskervilles.

Location: Lake Kittamaqundi, Merryland. Plus or Minus a random number added to or subtracted from the Longitude and Attitude.

Action: Mr Stickums Calls the deli… or Maybe it was Mr Unknown Third Guy pretending to be Mr Stickums… Maybe they were singing it? Oh Well, Hello, Deli! This is Joe, Deli, Would you please send up a nice corned beef on rye…

Action: Emma the Cat finds clues in the closet. Including a diary showing times, dates and locations… handy for someone’s alibi.

Legal Background: In the Case of Spinal Tap vs Her Majesty the Queen, You may not fingerprint vomit.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What’s Fun is that I have no Idea WHO DONE IT. I haven’t written that part yet… [I have a clue but will not wreck the suspense…]

and Monterey Jack Bursts into Song to the tune “You May Be Right” (It Just Might be a Lunatic you’re looking for) by Billy Joel…

“You may be Swiss, You may be Gouda… But It just might be a Cracker you’ve been looking for… I may be on a Quest… for the Daily Miracle of Food… but you would have to ask John Steinbeck about that! Yadda yadda yadda, Yadda yadda yadda.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ (~);-} ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Micro Photograph of the Hair of the Doggod that Bit You.

[Use the Celestine… I got some junk mail from KNOM Radio in Nome Alaska… so I’m incorporating unexpected concepts to seed the plot twist engine. ]

The Radio is playing… tuned to a cooking show: “Love the Lard” (It’s all about the Biscuits!) …and then… The Announcer started reading what he thought was the NEWS… but the stage assistant gave him a copy of the CLUES by instead. Totally Boinking The Investigation.

Faceless said: “That just totally Boinks this investigation. ”

Ms. Clone replied: Thankfully he wasn’t handed a list of the GNUs. OOOH! Stinky!”

I wonder who selected this station? Was it Mr Body or Mrs Body? and What’s that horrible noise? said Faceless

“Does it sound like a cross between a Chainsaw and a Gong ong ong ong ng ng ng g g g g g… That’s the Station Identification… KNOM Radio, Alaska’s Favorite Mugwumps. Generally the play Middle of the Road style programming but this time they really snarfled the garfok! Ho Ho Ho… ”

“But Wait, there’s more… ” Said Officer Mugwump. “Look at Mr Body’s Computer! It appears that he has been working on the Next Big Thing! A Base 3 Computer… ”

“Whoaaooaaah! Listen to the Music!

It sounds like Ding DING Ding… The NBC Chimes!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CLUE ALERT ~~~~~~~~~~~

blood spatter evidence tomato soup blue cheese gone bad

Got Mail!

But it has been addressed to another person at this same address… a person of Interest shall we say? What If we got All Natural Pam to become a Rat Fink? We could have her help us Grill the Suspect. Officer Drone #42, Arrest The Delivery Boy!” said our hero.

Later… after the arrest, All Natural Pam ‘Voluntarily Agrees’ to help ’cause… he’s so gosh darn cute…

[Editor’s Note: For those of you playing along at home, go to the kitchen and get a hot Dawg! With Cheese… This goes beyond Odorama.. it’s what we laughingly call “Reality”.]

“Hey Andy, Maybe You know… The Strange Case of Dr Frank Olson… Did he fall or was he pushed?”

“Neither, they are all just floating away! Just like Sailor… Red Wine and speed and he just a goes sailing…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~~~~.com

Clue: Delivery Boy has a key to Mr. Body’s Apartment. Sometimes used to Boink All Natural Pam. Sometimes used to grill Red Herrings. {secret code word for smoke grass – note the link to an etsy store that sells marble smoking pipes – above}

“Location… Motive… Opportunity… ” Said Officer [Faceless Drone]

“Illegitimi Non Corrigendum.” Said Drone #42

[Translated: Don’t let the Bastards Grind You Down.”

“who.ru” asked the shadow… [a Russian website address]

“who, who, Who, Who” came the reply… [lyrics to a song ]

“YOU!” sang the invisible choir… [that’s the odd industrial noise I hear all of the time. Kinda like a cross between a teakettle whistle and a gong.]

Action: People dressed in Wedges of Cheese costumes perform a Song and Dance routine at an airport… “I’m Big Blue and this is my friend Brie. We sing the song for ____ _____ _____ .” [rhymes with Free].

DHS Hi Jack Alert in Monterey Airport

Dialog: HI! Jack, How are things in Monterey? Said Big Blue.

Action: All the DHS Agents gathered… years of No Action and Finally… a perp!

Hi, Jack could be misheard as Hijack… to steal an airplane like the Saudi Arabians did on 9/11/2001.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (~);-} ~~~~~~~~~~~~

and now, after years of  PRO – CRASTANATION… Who Done It! ( forget that Amature Crastanation – I’m a PRO)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (~);-} ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was The Delivery Boy with a Knife in the Kitchen. AND… He was paid by Mr Body’s Son who wanted to get PAID his inheritance early. Those Delivery Boy’s will do anything for a Big Tip!

The End.

Lyrics – by The Doors

This is the end, beautiful friend

This is the end, my only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end

Of everything that stands, the end

No safety or surprise, the end

I’ll never look into your eyes, again

“TGAN” by greg vanderlaan – A silly Science Fiction Story:

March 4, 2018

Chapter Zero:

“You are under arrest” said THE MAN.

“Eat Lead, Copper.” said Merle.

and THE MAN did…

They were at a remote marijuana plantation in Humboldt County and Merle was not about to let Federal Law Enforcement interfere with his profit.

Too Bad, So Sad for THE MAN’s next of kin but everyone voluntarily selects their own career… It appears that  THE MAN’s choice was not the most brilliant idea.

The next puzzle was how to dispose of the body… Ecologically…

This area of the woods is home to BEARS and BIGFOOT… Someone was going to get a free lunch… and here comes one now…

“DANG” exclaimed Susan “These reality TV Shows are SOOOOO predictable… The criminal always gets caught in the end. BORINGGGGG. I’m changing channels right now. ”

CLICK.

“Whoosh” went the speaker in the TV set.

“Oh Boy, A Space Opera. ” said Susan.

“Whoosh-whoosh” went the speaker in the TV set.

“Who are you talking to?” aske Bob as he entered the room with a pizza, six pack of Sierra Nevada Beer and a big ol’ bag a weed…

“Nunya Beeswax” said Susan.

“Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-KA BLOOOEY!” went the speaker in the TV set.

“Wow, Look at that!” said Bob.

“The SLIME from the dead alien is dripping onto the floor” said Susan.

“And it stinks” said Bob.

“That’s ABSURD. These new TV sets from [product placement] with ‘SMELL-O-VISION’ are more trouble than they are worth.”

CLICK.

TALKING HEAD: “In other news, Dr Ron Paul has accepted the Republican Party Nomination for President of the United States.  We go live to the convention floor where a riot has broken out. ”

CLICK.

“Wait a second, go back to that news report. That’s an event that DID NOT HAPPEN.”

“Oh don’t be surprised, it’s FOX news… they often write fiction and present it on the TV as news. ”

“Are you sure? They seem so sincere.” said Bob

“Yep, they have meetings, get blasted on mind altering substances and write collaborative fiction…” replied Susan

“Sounds good to me. Would you like a puff?”

“Yes. We’ve got some fiction to write ourselves… because this story is starting to drag.” Exhaled Susan

“Hey, I’ve got an idea!” Let’s watch CNN, they tell the truth…

CLICK.

“In other news, President Obama Legalized Medical Marijuana today. Stating, “I was wrong… I asked my doctor and she said there IS medicinal value to Medical Marijuana… So we have stopped the DEAth Squads… ” said the talking head.

Oh… CNN has gone NATIVE also… have we a distortion of the space-time continuum? asked Susan.

legalize marijuana spinner

 

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Psychedelic Poetry – ceremony and ritual: a story…

March 4, 2018
OUR MINDS HAVE BEEN FUSED INTO ONE SHIMMERING
COLONIAL ANIMAL…
FLOWING IN THE
CURRENTS OF THE MUSIC…
adrenaline, seratonin,synapses on fire !
IN THE SHADOWS,TORCHES FLICKER IN THE BREEZE.
THE ORACLE BEGINS TO SPEAK,
FEEL THE HEAT…
adrenaline,serotonin,synapses on fire!
WE DANCE OUTSIDE OF THE TRADITIONAL
REALM OF TIME AND SPACE.
THE CROWD ERUPTS IN OUTBURSTS OF FREE-FORM MOTION
AS THE INTENSITY OF THE JAM PEAKS
adrenaline,serotonin,synapses on fire!
MY BODY IS TRANSFORMED INTO A PINBALL AND
I RICCOCHET AROUND THE SPECTRUM
ARENA BOUNCING OFF THE FLASHING LIGHTS.
A CROWD OF DEADHEADS
SURROUND ME INTENT ON TELLING ME STUPID JOKES…
THEY JUST…know… THAT I WILL LAUGH…
adrenaline,serotonin,synapses on fire!
GOD…THE ‘BIG G’ WALKS RIGHT UP TO ME AND SHAKES MY HAND. HE ANSWERS ALL THE REALLY BIG QUESTIONS…
OF COURSE, BY THE NEXT MORNING I FORGOT THEM ALL!
NO PROBLEM ….
THEY WERE PROGRAMMED DIRECTLY INTO MY DNA
AND I’LL KNOW THEM UNTIL
THE END OF TIME……..
THANK YOU DR. ALBERT HOFFMAN
***************************************
This was written after attending a Grateful Dead concert in JFK Stadium in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I was sitting up above the crowd in the bleachers and could see the dancers move more enthusiastically during peaks of the music… less motion during gentle passages… as the dynamics of the improvisation ebbed and flowed, the dancers moved accordingly… like sea anemones moving in the currents of the ocean… I also mention the Spectrum in Philadelphia… It has many blinking advertisements for Atlantic city casinos in the area where refreshments were being served…
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IS TRUMP TOO INSANE TO SERVE AS PRESIDENT? Does his danger to the Human Species warrant a 25th Amendment removal?

December 2, 2017

Would a war with North Korea or Iran trigger GLOBAL ANNIHILATION by Nuclear Weapons? Would it be like totally groovy to end Human Life on this Planet Forever?
That’s what we have with a Madman in the White House…

http://gvan42.blogspot.com/2017/12/is-trump-too-insane-to-serve-as.html

 

 

Trantor. World completely covered by City.

January 18, 2012


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