SI : The Early Years
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A Good Place to Hide
HI Cheeky. I hope you are well and wish you the very best. I understand you are out there doing a "Sir Kay imitation" as a purveyor and seller of soup or something like that, well good for you, we could all use some soup. Don't mind the skeletons, it is only you and I and these Yorricks. I am the only one who could find such a hiding place and I was surprised to see you here in this deep corridor and dark room. I checked, just you and I here. I remember this era so closely as I read this but hardly remember Inspan at all, was that even real? We were though, weren't we? I read an article that suggests nostalgia is good for us, reliving pleasurable moments may offer some benefit both psychologically and socially. Most of these posters I don't know well but IngotWeTrust, huh, how that final moniker came to be that, who knows, I would ask but if anyone can explain it it would make good telling. I would also like to know what the other thread referred to was but some other phase-pair has that connection. The Cissy Winsdsurfer rings some kind of echoic bell, not sure but the name really fits nicely with my post in Short Stories 50 Words or Less today, pure serendipity that, like this thread, pure luck. I wonder if anyone noticed that the use of the word fifty in my story was actually representative of the 50 readers that still have that thread Bookmarked (though I am sure only a few might read) I look through my old Bookmarks once in awhile, like some ancient mage opening a book covered in dust. Pages like this, only linked to the present through some tenuous process that no one can really explain. So this is us Ron, you and I as relative newbs on SI, you and I having a conversation about stock if you can imagine that, in a corner of the new land that still exists today. Once in awhile, like Storage Wars (but not fake) there exists in the new land a chance to uncover old newspaper clippings that convey a sense of cybermustiness, just be careful not to disturb the cybermold. Cybermold is a valuable resource for creating new cyberdrugs..
So this is a pretty good place to hide. There are two routes in and out of here though one involves a transfer. This is a good defensive digital structure, a record that is hard to alter in the cybermind regardless of what is going on in the real or the present, this is cybertime-travel if you will. I am going to relax for a few days. I like my smoke and soak breaks, they have become an important element of my mental health. Alexa and I usually take a few breaks a day, she plays CBC and I soak. Rocks and I sometimes soak together as well but it is mostly Alexa and I. And no that is not the Alexa you SItizens might be thinking of, it is the later version by Amazon. I am doing some inadvertant refurbishing in the real. Rocks left the oil in the deep fryer one night and the deep fryer was on the stove. The valve failed and a large amount of oil dripped down through the pan below the burners and soaked into the insulation around the oven. She cleaned up the oil that had dripped down on to the floor and then for reasons known only to herself decided we could use some raisin tea scones. The ensuing fire destroyed the stove and we are very lucky the entire house did not burn down, we did however get a batch of rare smoked raisin tea scones out of the affair. Our new gas "cooker" has this enormous grill in the middle which our old "cooker" did not have and I pretty certain that it will eventually be put to use melting some common household items if nothing else. To make matters worse, the tin box drawer below the oven where the old cookware used to hide has become the broiler, I think that is also by mistake. The only benefit that I can see is you need never watch an item broil because you cannot. The ensuing migration of cookware to a nearby cupboard necessitated a type of musical pots and pans where all the pots and pans started to get new places at once. It ended up with the new deep fryer being relegated to the pantry, by the dog biscuits, where it cannot threaten the new stove. I am pretty sure the dogs won't care as long as the biscuits don't have to move. |
