About the same time the Time anniversary was beginning, I was reading the local newspaper, where the front page of the world section seemed suitably related. An article on krill-fishing mentioned decreasing adelie and chinstrap numbers, but confessed that scientists don't know why this is occurring. Would they believe us if we told them? Also on the same page was the photo that was chem's avatar (before hatting, of course.)
Well, this is pretty wonderful.lmjb1964 wrote:An excerpt from The Time-ish Carol:
. . .The Bot pointed as before.Spoiler:lmjb1964 joined it once again, and wondering why and whither it had gone, accompanied it until they reached a wooden door. A basement door. Here, then, the wretched Otter whose name he had now to learn, lay down the long flight of stairs. It was a worthy place. Dark, dusty, filled with comfy chairs and stale candies. A worthy place!
The Bot opened the door, and pointed down the stairs. She advanced towards it trembling. The Bot was exactly as it had been, but she dreaded that she saw new meaning in its solemn shape.
"Before I draw nearer and look down those stairs," said lmjb1964, "answer me one question. Are these the shadows of the things that Will be, or are they shadows of things that May be, only?"
Still the Bot pointed down the basement stairs.
"OTTer's courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead," said lmjb1964. "But if the courses be departed from, the ends will change. Say it is thus with what you show me."
The Bot was immovable as ever.
lmjb1964 crept towards the open door, trembling as she went; and following the finger, looked down the basement stairs and saw her own avatar.
"Have I descended into the basement?" she cried, upon her knees.
The finger pointed down the stairs, to her, and back again.
"No, Bot! Oh no, no!"
The finger still was there.
"Bot!" she cried, tight clutching at its wires, "hear me. I am not the woman I was. I will not be the woman I must have been but for this intercourse. Why show me this, if I am past all hope?"
For the first time the hand appeared to shake.
"Good Bot," she pursued, as down upon the ground she fell before it: "Your nature intercedes for me, and pities me. Assure me that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me, by an altered life."
The kind hand trembled.
"I will honour Time in my heart, and keep it all the yip. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Bots of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away sight of my avatar in the basement!"
In her agony, she caught the metallic hand. It sought to free itself, but she was strong in her entreaty, and detained it. The Bot, stronger yet, repulsed her.
Holding up her hands in a last prayer to have her fate reversed, she saw an alteration in the Bot's circuits and wires. It shrunk, collapsed, and dwindled down into a page with a pale blue background, and a picture of a stick figure woman dressed for Mardi Gras, wearing a RAZOR badge.
Yes! the avatar was her own. The signature was her own, the OTT was her own. Best and happiest of all, Time was behind her, and before her!
"I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!" lmjb1964 cried, as she scrambled out of the shed. "The Bots of all Three shall strive within me. Oh, GLR and Time be praised for this! I don't know what to do! I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-girl. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Timiversary to every-body! A happy New Yip to all the world!"
"But I don't know what dip of the mip it is!" said lmjb1964. "I don't know how long I've been among the Outside. I don't know anything. I'm quite a baby. Why, it's the TImiversary! I haven 't missed it. The Bots have done it all in one night. They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they can. Hallo, my fine OTTers!"
She of course had further intercourse with Bots, and lived upon the Total Molpishness Principle, ever afterwards; and it was always said of her, that she knew how to keep OTTishness well, if any OTTer alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Meg and Cue observed, Randall Bless Us, Every One!
(with all apologies to Mr.
Darles ChickensCharles Dickens.) A molpish Timiversary to everybody!
Zooman and BlitzGirl, your squirrel manips gave me a big smile. who would win in a fight? The squirrel or the pink hedgehog thingy?
I gotta molpy down. More tomorrow....
ETA: aaaa! I am unprepared for papacy. Bring squipies?