Thursday, June 30, 2005

Oh perdifious Pathia, or some such

Actually said FERT is the subject of the lone entry in my last live journal from afghanistan...I feel it is somehow appropriate in many, many ways, but we shouldn't get sidetracked too much by a word that sounds like a bicycle tire deflating. We're going to have so many more distractions ahead.

Pardon?

One day, if I'm good, I hope to understand the connotations of "FERT."

Fried Eggs on Rye Toast?
Fast Emus Race Turtles?
Flaming Egos in Real Time?
First Evidence of Rational Thought?

No? Damn.

Game On

Well, it works. So far at least...and Drunk Illuminati was _not_ taken, thank you very much (hard to think of unique logons..ha). And, if not, Loyal Mendicant wouldn't have (though the King in Yellow, methinks, would be.

I will actually have a lot done this weekend, the higher willing.

FERT.

Birth

Well, here we are, finally. This is a first attempt at a public forum for writing, initially to kick our current story in the ass, and probably later on to develop other related or unrelated ideas. Shortly, I'll be posting:

- the original brainstorming that started this project
- the story as it stands currently
- whatever other ping-pong of ideas has happened between the last official addition to the story and the present time

And then, we can do whatever we want with it. Consider this a virtual game of Calvin Ball...

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