I keep getting distracted. I know that the whole story isn't here, so I'm constantly telling myself to not invest. I tend to get invested. . . But then I have to, to properly read it. Okay. It's a little choppy, but I think that's intentional. I don't mind that. I like the level of challenge offered. I mean I like the one plus one rather than somebody shreaking TWOOOOO at me. It's good. I REALLY don't like to be suddenly blindsided by a out of context bad language moment. Well, you *said* to say what I think. You used to do that, but I don't see it as much here. Whew! Like that. And okay, I admit, I'm a re-reader. I'll want to re-read this a couple of times. . . I'd like to see one complete unit of thought sometime as well. A short story, perhaps? I think your patterns would lend themselves to that very well. That's it for now. More later. =8-)
Thanks for the feedback so far, it's much appreciated. "Out of context bad language moment"?
Not sure what you're getting at here - is it good that I didn't do one, or did I do one? I've got to re-read it now.
Anyway, I've got some editing to do, and I've also got to put in the third thread that links it all together - I left it out becuase it's a bit super-science-fictionotron at the moment (all big guns and big spaceships), and doesn't really fit, although it does expalin the connection between the autyopilot (called clement), Dr. Carrington (first name clement) and the captain (memory-wiped, but I hope obvious who he is), the time cadet and mathMeme itself.
All, good stuff, and when I've taken out (or re-reordered) the stream-of-consciousness flights of fantasy (which is hopw I write), it'll be cool (I hope).
Google Analytics points out the continuing struggle to win the hearts and minds of the parvenu colonials (more green=more hits). Need to find some way of attracting the mid-west. Marshmallow-stuffed turkey ? Because I know you have fairly disgusting diets out there in the nasty blank miles of between. Or maybe I should find god? (Stuck to my sole). Rant incoherently for a while on plainly daft theories of ontology and epistemology? (How do I know I'm evolved from slime-mould?). Or is that too up its own fundamentalism? So if you have a friend (or a backwoods flange of interbred cousins you don't talk about) in the dead miles between cities, drop them a carrier pigeon and get them to access my blog (with their steam-driven Babbage engines , or hay-built abaci), let some slightly dingy British rain into their golden-corn lives. Also, it appears I'm not appealing to the redneck constituency. What's the matter with y'all? Too busy fucking your sisters?
I am diskgrinder, and I am larger than an ant, but smaller than someone taller than me. I'm also a damn sight cleverer than someone far more stupid than me. I can speak 7 languages, 6 of which I made up myself. I am spiritually indeterminate - somewhere between an agnostic and an atheist, should they be sitting quite close together. I have no beliefs except the firmly held one (as it's slippery) that you shouldn't believe everything you read in a phone directory. I take laudanum as a pick-me-up and take a snide remark as a put-me-down. I am diskgrinder, I am all of me.
Blogging from Albonia 1 , first stop on the grand tour of my holiday. This off my phone. Very difficult. Like this has taken about 20 minutes to write. So not much from here, then. Everywhere in Albonia is nearly underwater because of the inclement weather. Wading not walking. Laters. 1 Not its real name, and not the one I gave it first.
I keep getting distracted. I know that the whole story isn't here, so I'm constantly telling myself to not invest. I tend to get invested. . . But then I have to, to properly read it. Okay. It's a little choppy, but I think that's intentional. I don't mind that. I like the level of challenge offered. I mean I like the one plus one rather than somebody shreaking TWOOOOO at me. It's good. I REALLY don't like to be suddenly blindsided by a out of context bad language moment. Well, you *said* to say what I think. You used to do that, but I don't see it as much here. Whew! Like that. And okay, I admit, I'm a re-reader. I'll want to re-read this a couple of times. . . I'd like to see one complete unit of thought sometime as well. A short story, perhaps? I think your patterns would lend themselves to that very well. That's it for now. More later. =8-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the feedback so far, it's much appreciated.
ReplyDelete"Out of context bad language moment"?
Not sure what you're getting at here - is it good that I didn't do one, or did I do one? I've got to re-read it now.
Anyway, I've got some editing to do, and I've also got to put in the third thread that links it all together - I left it out becuase it's a bit super-science-fictionotron at the moment (all big guns and big spaceships), and doesn't really fit, although it does expalin the connection between the autyopilot (called clement), Dr. Carrington (first name clement) and the captain (memory-wiped, but I hope obvious who he is), the time cadet and mathMeme itself.
All, good stuff, and when I've taken out (or re-reordered) the stream-of-consciousness flights of fantasy (which is hopw I write), it'll be cool (I hope).
ah, found it. Sorry about that. Now removed, and better for it.
ReplyDeleteAm working on the thrid thread. In between I'm punctuating the rest properly - it's a kind of mindless therapy.