Three word sentences.







The couple slept.
She had blankets.
He did not.
Amy sleeps naked.
She likes blankets.
She likes sheets.
Bill radiates heat.
She cuddles him.
The fan humms.
That is soothing.
Bill rolls over.
The alarm sounds.
Bill heard it.
Amy kept sleeping.
Bill shook Amy.
Amy woke up.
They both showered.
No sex today.
Not enough time.
Bill must work.
Amy doesn't work.
She is lazy.
Amy puts out.
Bill likes that.
Bill's breath stinks.
Bill uses Crest.
Bill's teeth gleem.
They are straight.
They are white.
That helps Bill.
He's in sales.
Chapter one ends.
Chapter two begins.
Bill commutes breifly.
Trees wisk by.
They are blurry.
Bill focuses again.
Almost at work.
Two more blocks.
Bill departs bus.
Bill is mugged.
Bill is bleeding.
Bill screams loud.
People hear Bill.
Policemen are nearby.
He calls policemen.
The mugger runs.
Policemen don't see.
A bystander stares.
The bystander wonders.
Should he chase?
Should he stay?
Did he see?
What's he know?
The police notice.
The police run.
They're giving chase.
The mugger runs.
He runs fast.
Very very fast.
The cops follow.
They are slow.
They are fat.
They're giving up.
One breathes hard.
The other falls.
He is winded.
He smokes cigarettes.
The other doesn't.
The mugger continues.
They watch him.
He slows down.
He mocks them.
He's standing there.
The cop yells.
The mugger waves.
He is funny.
He looks funny.
He has jeans.
He wears hats.
Today's is red.
It says, "Nike."
Nobody sees that.
He wears hoodies.
They are large.
Hoodies fit loose.
This one's green.
It says "GB".
It says "Favre".
He's not Brett.
Everyone knows that.
Police resume chase.
The mugger waves.
He runs again.
The police stop.
They give up.
Bill still bleeds.
Nobody helps him.
His suit ripped.
It is ruined.
That angers Bill.
He's SO mad.
His face blushes.
It matches roses.
Bill stands up.
Bill brushes off.
He is bleeding.
But, from where?
From his lip?
Yes, that's it.
His lip bleeds.
Bill wipes it.
The blood drips.
Bill wipes it.
This routine continues.
Then, it stopped.
Then Bill remembers.
He remembers youth.
It's his youth.
His childhood sucked.
Bill was beaten.
It happened regularly.
Bill remembers punches.
Bill remembers cowering.
Bill had brothers.
They beat him.
They hit him.
The blood stopped?
The beatings stopped?
The cops returned.
They questioned Bill.
Bill answered questions.
His answeres helped.
He remembered red.
He remembered "Favre".
He remembered jeans.
They were black.
They were faded.
They had rips.
Bill remembered this.
It was clear.
The cops leave.
Bill's in disbelief.
He is late.
He hates that.
They'll all ask.
What happened, Bill?
Tell tell tell.
Bill will tell.
Over and over.
They'll pitty him.
He wants none.
He continues walking.
Work's just ahead.
Bill sees it.
The building towers.
It's very large.
Bill works upstairs.
Bill goes in.
He hears greetings.
It's the guard.
She is smiling.
Bill is not.
Bill's just inside.
Then he thinks.
Where's his id?
Then he remembers.
He was mugged.
Wendy walks over.
She's the guard.
Bill smiles broadly.
His lip hurts.
It feels stiff.
Wendy's smile clears.
Wendy shows consern.
Bill appreciates that.
Bill tells her.
The story's short.
He was mugged.
Wallet is gone.
ID in wallet.
Need temp ID.
Wendy makes one.
Bill takes it.
Elevators around corner.
There they are.
They're just ahead.
None are open.
Bill waits alone.
It feels weird.
The door opens.
Bill steps in.
Elevator rises slowly.
The numbers blink.
One two three.
Eightteen Nineteen Twenty.
Then it stops.
It jerks hard.
Bill looks up.
It's his floor.
The doors pulse.
Then they open.
Bill steps out.
Light blinds him.
It's the sun.
Hand raises up.
Bill shades himself.
His eyes hurt.
His eyes tear.
Shade helps some.
Bill turns right.
The sunlight remains.
He can't see.
He just knows.
Office on right.
Take thirteen steps.
Then turn right.
Turn door knob.
Then walk inside.
It was routine.
Same as always.
Even the sun.
Today's no different.
End Chapter Two


It's a work in progress.

How the hell does a nukular sub run aground in open waters?  And, as a crewman, would anyone have any confidence in the guy that was in control at the time?

Does any of this situation in Guam strike you as odd?

Interesting marketing concept.

If you're not familiar with woot.com, they put up one and only one item for sale each night at midnight.  They don't tell you how many they have available at that price and once it is sold out, you lose.  There ain't no more.  At midnight, even if there are still some available, the item is replace with a new item.


Sort of a Cabbage Patch Doll phenomenon in the micro.

A guy I work with turned me on to this little scrap of goodness.

http://www.anim8or.com/

If you've ever been interested in doing any rendering stuff, this little program is pretty cool.  The GUI isn't overwhelming but seems to be pretty easy to follow.

I've done most of one of the tutorials so far.  I'll post the final result when I'm done with it.

Now, I understand he's here.

I think I'm a Demosthenes stalker.

Does anyone know how I went a year with only 7 posts here?