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June 23, 2002:
Arg, I've got way too much to do lately. I'm still moving into my new house. At the same time, I was working on something to submit for the "Wizards of the Coast" call for new fantasy worlds. I figure I'll give it a try. Even if I don't get very far in the contest, I'll at least have another world to write stories for.
Anyway, through these past few very hectic weeks, I came to a realization. I would have much more time to do stuff if I could just clone myself one or two times. Yeah, that would be great. If I could talk Laura into cloning herself too, we might be able to put out Radical Dreamers at one issue a month like other traditional comics.
I just wonder if I'll get along with myself. I don't know, I've never had to deal with someone else like myself, so I'm not sure if I'd be easy to work with, or if I'd just annoy the piss out of myself. Oh well, I guess cloning myself isn't realistic at the moment. I mean with current cloning technology, I'd be about 16 years or so until I had a half competent copy of myself, and I'd have to deal with raising myself too. So, unless someone out there wants to foot the bill for that cloning vat from http://www.villainsupply.com , I guess Radical Dreamers is going to remain a one page per week thing for a little while longer.
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Laura: June 23, 2002:
Yes, that's right. Rei's run into pirates who answer to Bruce Springsteen. What do you expect? We're from New Jersey. Anyway, for today, since I have nothing else to talk about, I'd thought I'd offer part two of my bridal shower horror stories. Today's epic: The Ride Home: Revenge of the Spider.
Now again, this tale involves my mom. To fully understand the meaning of this little incident, you have to understand that my mother hates spiders. Most people do really, but my mother lived in Nassau for a while where the spiders are like the size of cabasa melons, big, black, hairy, and prone to stalking unsuspecting American women. At least, that's how she put it. Anyway, so the bridal shower having come to an end, my mom and I are on our way home in her truck. About five minutes into the drive, I hear mum say, "Please tell me that spider is on the outside of the window!" I look past her, and seen an ugly bugger about the size of a nickel clinging to the window. I couldn't tell myself whether the perpetrator was in or out. Normally, I try to be a friend to spiders. I don't like squashing bugs, mostly out of fear I'll be reborn as one. But this summer hasn't been particulary pleasant for me in terms of arachnids. They seem to have a liking for my hair. Anyway, at this point, Mom's in terror, squirming over to my side of truck as far as possible while maintaining of speed of 50 mph. Recalling the story of mom having previously obtained a speeding ticket because of a spider on the windshield (yes, it's true. She claims it was huge), I thought we might be in trouble, so I start saying, "pull over! pull over!" She does, and I leap out of my side of the car. You know, in case it's one of those jumping spiders. Meanwhile, mom's in my seat, leaning far over to flip the offender out of her open window with a piece of paper.
Well, that was a close one. I've been locked in cars with large insects before. It's not pleasant. Again, the point? Watch out for motorists wearing togas.......and spiders. But that's the end of my stories about driving from and to bridal showers. Promise. See you next week.
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