Wandering weekends…

Trying as hard as I could, I couldn’t find anything practical I’d like to own. Having $20 to blow every week, I decided to use the money to experience more of the city, maybe travel a bit, locally. This weekend, I will be going to Subang Jaya to check out the malls. Used to study A-Levels there. Should be fun.

Walked to Kayu for an iced Milo. Amazing price, almost 6RM. Christians being machined by the evil Liew witches. I have to spare some time to help educate these young ones controlled by axioms instead of beliefs. Anyhow, LittlePad-J is almost finished, just a matter of tuning it.

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Been reworking LJ’s multitouch code, making it leaner and more organized. Added a slider beneath the keyboard for reference while typing. By tonight, I should have my own mobile writing station.

My watch collection is looking nice / colorful after lots of cool strap swap-overs. Next January, I plan to add one final watch: an MT-G costing around $1k.

LJ almost done. Need to save and restore the caret position here and there, otherwise it works acceptably. I will not be coding Browse until late November. Have a short story to write tomorrow to Friday. Ivy’s book to review before my 47th birthday. Wonder what will develop after all these wars and hardships. YouTube is choked with prophets and guides.

There is a resurgence of gospel, at least in mindspace. We talked a lot about God and His “train wreck” prophecies. About common sin and wide scale, blind cheating. About repentance before it’s too late. Family and westerners who’ve been sinning together want salvation. Sounds good to me.

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Coding begins on Browse. Just laying down the interface for now. Hard to find documentation on the riscos-toolbox for Python. It will be a heavy job to get anything working by evening. Having 2 computers on my desk makes me feel important and worthwhile. Plus I get to use the huge MS multimedia keyboard I bought off Shopee, NOS, for a song as well as the junk store MS trackball I got for 90RM / $20. My very own RISC workstation.

Replaced Bodhi Linux on my Aspire Celeron netbook with full Ubuntu 23. Runs okay. Uses half my 4gb RAM with just a terminal running but is faster than Windows 11. I gave a 12RM donation to Ubuntu some time back. Took a break to eat a late lunch and am hitting the shower soon. Lots left to do. And the rains are here again as usual for Malaysian Novembers. Been coaching people astonished by the abominable Liew witches. Just take life slow even tho the pain comes never-ending. Life goes on.

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Feels good to finish another well-written and interesting free story for my site, FreeLunch.my, where I also sell my best work, mss2.pdf via Gumroad. LittlePad-J is also usable. Will therefore be coding Browse over the weekend and week ahead. 10 days to my birthday dinner with family. Will be having a big steamed fish which Mom enjoys.

Kiss my Promaster…

I was out to the bank with the folks yesterday. I wore my Aqualand JP1060 which attracted some negative comments from disgruntled workers. Maybe a $200 watch is too much to sport in these poor times. Today, I’m wearing a gray G-Shock on matching NATO, ‘dirty’ plastic case, half the price. When I really need to blend in, I take the Casio 800h, a standard square all digital in black resin. Funny that few people suspect I have 14 (mostly affordable) watches.

With $210 in funds to blow in November, I’m actively surfing Shopee for deals. 1kRM is a significant sum, so ironically, I have to be careful not to squander it. Meanwhile, my web app, LittlePad-J nears completion. Maybe tonight I will write a short story for my site, FreeLunch.my if I have the juice for it. More later…

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Unexpected usability hurdles kept me busy coding all day. Right now, the autocomplete must come together with the cookie word storage. I can store 150 words, potentially, which is sufficient for my simple app. Wearing the Q&Q moonphase quartz on gray croc. A full(ish) moon will be shining when the Biblical end times signs begin to occur. Meanwhile, Dad has to undergo a minor heart procedure so he can heal from his bowel ulcer. Mom is worried we’ll lose him one of these months and he feels it too. Should get back to coding now.

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Wrote my weekly short story after all. Late than never. Decided to go to Kinokuniya tomorrow to buy Ivy Ngeow's 'American Boyfriend'. I will be reviewing it on my YouTube channel in early November. Have to break free of the laziness and fearfulness I've been under. Make sure I run and work out every morning and diet a bit. Of course, the talking goes on, and the witchcraft along with it. We discussed some of the signs of coming Tribulation i.e. the end of the birth pains, and the second coming of Jesus. Also talked about improved tactics and suppression methods in the mind.

My YouTube channel and satisfaction...

I have a recently-formed channel on YouTube, churning out shorts or mini videos in mobile phone format. Started the endeavor about 2 months ago and am having such fun feeding all and sundry people my vids. Some do well initially, some slow burn, and others fall by the wayside after a week. But if there's one thing I learnt, its:

"There is no greater feeling that to love and be loved in return."

Now I can grasp God's feelings for us -He wants every irreligious cretin to love Him, the same every high Christian, Moreover, people of all colors and creeds. I wanted to reach out to the masses with my vids and I think the gospel of the Father and Jesus is so beautiful, God wants us all to have a share in it. Don't run yourself down thinking the opposite!

So, I've finished project EPP, on my 'Greco-Roman' piano notation, which is iffy but interesting. I don't really mind that it has flaws. It will grow if it's needed, die if it is not to be. After EPP, I haven't anything else I want to work on. Seems nobody in the mindspaces will allow me to write a novel(a) and I am waiting for UpLink to review my water conservation proposal which may be circa late January.

Today, I'll be heading to Digital Mall / Jaya Mall. Want to pick up one or two cotton graphic t-shirts to go with my new Uniqlo jeans. Sometimes there are sales at the boutiques or surplus stores. Will shoot some footage for my channel.

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Tonight, I'll be porting LittlePad, my old iPhone app to Javascript hosted on FreeLunch.my. The return of Displaced Qwerty and a few new tricks to get everyone typing more on their mobiles. Might take the whole night so I will be sleeping a little later than usual. And as usual, there is more bickering in mindspace over who is actually satanic and God vs. the Devil, the debt of sin, and its wages -death. Telepathy is a big reduxer of mortal man's wayward ways.

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Coding took longer than expected. But I’ve finished designing the interface and writing the basic functionality. Tomorrow, I’ll be putting in numbers and symbols, delete and enter, maybe autocomplete if there’s time. Feeling tired. I actually had a nap this afternoon as well! First in years.

Greco-Roman music notation...

I got up at 5am today and went for a brief run. Felt charged up and a little nervous at a strange young woman also walking along the road at that pre-dawn hour. She looked ethereal and I thought of the spirits of girls who've died in childbirth, otherwise known as pontianak, here in Malaysia. I was grateful to make it back inside our safe house and rested well, before my intensive workout. I'm getting stronger and fitter. Something I had to regain after my stroke back in 2007.

Right now, I'm all fired up over a new music notation I invented called Greco-Roman. It will be published soon. Probably self-published as it is unproven as of yet. The concept is pretty clever. Greek letters denote scale fragments which the pianist will memorize, whereas the actual notes themselves are given Roman numerals, I to VII. I like this approach because V's and I's read more easily, being essentially vertical lines, while remembering mini scales allows the hands to move more independently.

I don't feel like going up with Jesus, to be honest -not just yet.

Yesterday, I wrote 2 flash fiction stories for my site, FreeLunch.my, and this blog which proved a little popular. I got 8 hits here plus a few on FreeLunch. I also followed my Twitter / X crush, Anna Quadri -a very beautiful author from Germany who sometimes poses in her underwear when she's happy. Why not? I also like Ana de Armas but have yet to look her up online.

Scribing Greco-Roman is taxing. I'm actually using the Rach3 (piano concerto no.3 in D minor) as practice for my notation and it has not been easy to copy from. Partly that the key signature is odd and the progression, somewhat unusual. Thankfully, I am almost done. I should use Canvas to render the scores but instead I gravitated to an old yellow paper notepad and mechanical pencil. Then I snapped a photo of the score with my iPad 10th generation.

More later...

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Talked to my family about the body and how it is incompatible with telepathy. But that information in the Universe is never lost and in fact, though it may be scattered among the stars, Allah can gather it and reconstitute it for His glory and the glory of the Father (our most high god). In fact, it may well be the way nature works per se -we are ressurectable and immortally good or evil.

Fiction: The Flamers

It must have been some war, he said as they wandered through the thicket of mangroves by the beach with fallen giant robots. Hulks of titanium bleaching in the salty air.

If you dig, you’ll find their brain worms.

What?

Pieces of their AI -they un-form and re-form as necessary, independent neuro serpents who seek heat.

Heat is their motivation; motion is their intelligence.

If you get a whole bucket of them, it’ll be enough to revive a hulk.

After dragging a bulb through the sand for an hour, the two friends succeeded in snaring a hundred worms. They climbed up onto the lap of a hulk. The giant machine sitting half buried in the surf with its arms spread wide.

What do we do now?

These were simple machines, designed to last and recharge independently. Most aren’t broken, just asleep.

He stared up at the slumped head of the giant robot. Its corrugated optical sensors, 3 great big eyes blindly navel gazing. It had a mouth and ears that were just seams between close fitted metal plates.

See the third center eye is an infrared sensor. The other two are its cameras. The microphones and speakers are locked behind its armor. It’s deaf and mute but it sees us. It’s got no brain left to decide what to do.

They stared at the AI worms in the bucket, squirming into a mass of networked cognition.

Give me my hands, he said.

The grappling claws snapped on over his wrists and fingers. Then he fished a worm from the bucket, held it up to the slumped head and tore it’s sheath off. Sparks and lubricant sprayed from the destroyed AI machine. It smelt like WD40, and Coke. He threw the dying worm out to the sea.

The boy looked down into the bucket of remaining worms. They were frantically re-forming, thinking maybe. He stepped back. Then they both ran for the mangroves. The metal giant stirred, first its right arm, lifting its haunches from the sand, then its left leg. Finally, it stood up, creaking like a broken trolley. Lube seeped along capillaries in its joints. The hulk knelt and scooped up its brain, now calling desperately. It looked out over the sea. And its thick fingers received the torn body of the dying worm. It stared at it a long time, then turned towards the boys in the mangrove thicket.

What have you done? He said, as the robot started towards them.

He felt warm pee run down his legs as the hulk peeled aside the trees. Then it said,

Fix, master.

And it dropped the dying worm into his hands.

The breadboard was easy to prepare, and the worm’s contacts readily accepted the solder, sensing its new lease of life. It felt their breath through its flute-like pitch converter. He put it into his backpack, with its speaking tube gauzed to his lip.

Take us up, he said.

They stood on the hulk’s shoulders.

What’s your purpose? He asked the robot.

Chaplain, it replied, medic-chaplain.

The giant machine swayed in the salty air, its limbs and fingers stretching and clasping. It spun at its waist and the plates over its ears and mouth unfurled.

In the fading evening light, other hulks started rising from the beach. Some that were badly damaged collapsed into the rising tide. Others unleashed fiery rockets into the air, attacking an enemy locked into their sensors, now long gone. Bursts of TNT and groans of buckling metal filled the night.

Can you shut them down? He shouted.

There is a God, replied the hulk. Only He knows.

Thermite rockets grazed the chaplain-medic, singing their hair. The machine gracefully side-stepped the munitions with the two boys on its shoulder, slipping against its ear.

Stop it! The boys screamed.

God will intervene. God will save us. He will send the Messiah. It raised an arm over its face as depleted uranium rounds slammed deep into its armor.

He knows all things. A storm with flashing blue lightning lit up the cloudy sky. And it began to rain. It tasted bitter against their lips.

Love and sex...

This morning, a western witch fell in love with me a little bit. All love is not okay. All sex is okay. What this means is not every feeling we have for one another is pure. But the physical act of reproduction is blessed by God -multiply over the Earth and subdue it, thus -be fruitful!

Similarly, when we are sad we eat, when we are happy we eat bigger, when we are afraid we buy a weapon, when we feel brave we lay down the law. When we are in love, do we throw off our clothes with abandon? Such are the doctrines of demons and the practices of end-times people, putting cart before horse.

I guess that's all the gospel I have to expose today. Now to talk about possessions. It's not wrong to own things we lust after. It's in fact more wrong to buy what we don't love or treasure, don't you think? A bit of a waste and a shame, and a suffering to boot.

Hopefully, my Bond Zulu strap will arrive today so I can put it on my 077j diver which currently wears a cheap and boring black-gray striped NATO.

Being encroached upon by the antichrists, given olfactory smell sensations. They routinely use fecal tastes and odors to unnerve me. It's not a time to be weak and doubtful over trivial / smaller matters. The proxy fight with the Enemy who knows he'll lose, is on. 

Bond of love…

I’m surely not alone in thinking we’re looking at Biblical end times events here in the Middle East right now. At any time, the Dome of the Rock could be dismantled and within a year, the temple to YHWH, rebuilt. Honestly, I’m afraid that I’m not doing enough to help my neighbors and family. In that sense, talking in mindspace was a boon. I hope Dad continues reading Seneca’s letters, and Mom learns from her aunt, what God is like. Forces have moved to save sinners and today, we gave out more proof of His dominion over us through Eve’s magnified birthpains.

I took my meds earlier, had a decent dinner, fed the hamster, worked a bit at project EPP, my piano notation. Had a shower, and put on the a/c. Earlier, I redid my YouTube video on my new Uniqlo jeans. Seems I have less viewers now. But I have to be less of a popularity weenie.

Tomorrow, I hope to take delivery of my Bond Zulu strap. The dark colorful one, not the usual gray and black. Also want to head out for a long walk. Maybe just to the park. It’s not very feasible to wear my new jeans tho. Yet to restring my racket and repair my watch. Think I have enough possessions. And probably God would agree. Starting to develop a rash on my back, like Mom, and my cousin. Odd. Hope I survive it. Physiotheraphy on my right hand is helping a bit. Maybe it’ll regrow lost muscle.

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Put on my Prospex diver in anticipation of its new Bond NATO in dull green-orange-black, arriving tomorrow. We are now a large group of believers sharing and defending one another, preaching to sinners among our neighbors and loved ones.

Correct procedure under duress fights against ‘dreams come true’ and the latter succeeds wildly on the ticket that much thought had been spent on it, and sufficient funds were allocated for it. The symbols to look for are “computer store”, “ink jet printers”, “credit cards”, “sports / economics / conservation”, “System 7 Mac”, “Quadra / Laserwriter”.

The ABY prediction for October 2023 is above. I got my PayPal restored last week, setting up a Shopee store soon for my piano materials, EOM. Am making waves in economics and conservation. The Beast system should be implemented in March 2024 from the Israel-Hammas war. Quadra and Laserwriter refer to the mark of the Beast.

Jesus did tell me this month would see the beginning of big things. Am waiting for sleep to take me as I write this. Tomorrow, a brief run and workout as usual.

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It took a week, but my colorful Bond military strap just arrived from Shopee on a rainy Friday afternoon. I really like its look. Now my Seiko diver will get more wrist time. It is my most expensive watch, at $750. Next year, I hope to purchase a Casio Gravity Master -my final watch before I quit collecting. That will be well under $1k. Meanwhile I will be working hard promoting my stories and guides.

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Update: Quadra and Laserwriter may refer to an execution of Jewish hostages on the temple mount / al-Aqsa mosque grounds. This triggers all-out war / jihad.

Denim from Japan...

Feeling upbeat today. I got my first pair of new good jeans from UNIQLO. They fit remarkably well and are the most beautiful soft pre-washed indigo. Will be wearing them this week along with an Eagle King tee and my casual karate belt. $30 for branded jeans is a steal. Normally $100 is the asking price. Well, that was my birthday present, 2023.

The great thing is that these jeans free me to explore more of Malaysia -to begin traveling to outlying areas and along lonelier paths, to vibrant festivities, and heart to heart meetings. They usher in a new phase of social interactions.

I still haven't finished EPP and am waiting for my jeans to dry instead. Maybe after dinner, will lay down some DOGGIE script and photograph it.

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Fell asleep before meeting any of my objectives last night. This morning, it rained heavily, and I was barely able to complete my routine exercises. Still early tho. Wonder if my Bond Zulu will arrive this afternoon? (COD). Feeling a bit jaded towards gospel preaching lately. Uncovering more of the dirt that went on in the mindspaces after WWI and WWII.

Feeling satisfied and calm. Things are generally going well. Friends are happier. Body, healthier. Mom and Dad more reasonable. Have new clothes and something to work at. Can feel that my UpLink solution is getting attention in the WEF. I am useful still.

Did lots of work on EPP. The hardest part was to get out pencil and paper and start actually scripting the notes. I changed the name of the notation from "doggie" to "Greco-Roman". Come to think of it, I lucked out on the "I"s and "V"s which are easier to sightread than 123... or ABC..., even circles on a stave. I must be on the right track!

Listening on the grapevine, I can sense people debating "ratio trading". I'm glad to be a contributor to modern thought if not a rich man as well. Wonder if I will soon have to turn up in person in Switzerland.

War and Hope...

Been working hard on my piano player's guide booklet which I plan to sell via Shopee Malaysia. Not electronically like mss2.pdf, but physical printed paper. Planning to use premium stock and charge about $1++ / 5RM++. Hopefully, piano teachers everywhere will recommend it to their students. I hope to make a few hundred RM a day. A few days till the close of the Uplink water conservation challenge. I'm confident of grabbing a top 10 spot but may only be paid $10k as I have no intellectual property to sell, just an idea for a practice.

Planning to spend the windfall on the folks -get them some luxuries to enjoy. Maybe a holiday cruise to the Mediterranean. Myself, I could use a Casio MT-G circa $1k. But enough of dreaming.

Had a very good curry laksa ramen noodle (Mamee brand) for breakfast this morning. Just popped it in the microwave for 2 minutes. After several cups of pistachio milk, I'm still hungry. Must be the workout I did this morning, and my run. Exercise makes me more confident of my health which Mom wants to monitor closely for some (nefarious) reason.

I've started doing physiotherapy for my right hand that's been under withering attacks for over a year now. I need to rebuild its strength and dexterity.

Wearing my Q&Q moon phase quartz on real croc leather. Right now the moon just disappeared and will only be back on the watch display on Tuesday / Wednesday. It's interesting how we're controlled externally by the Sun and internally by our moon.

Even so, and being far away in South East Asia, the war in Europe and the Mediterranean looms ever closer. And I sincerely wondered if I should not be writing book(let)s anymore. Yesterday, we talked about being metaphorically and suggestively 're-born' of water and the Spirit. Not much knowledge is being given out these last few days and I've wound down my operations as well.

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Somehow the watch I gravitate towards more often nowadays is my Baltany DD on waffle-tropic FKM rubber. The super beater with sapphire crystal and 100m WR / screw down crown, quartz. I UHUed an earbud foamie to the caseback and turned the strap inside out, all to prevent sweat buildup. It looks a bit exciting now. But it's really most humble, bought off AliExpress for $99 shipped.

So it's almost time to make dinner and I've finished designing the DOG notation. It's quite useful to pianists (like me), and also good for composers. Takes a bit of memory work but is well worth it as it will eventually lead to independent hands and virtuoso speed. I've stopped here for now and will carry on after our meal.

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It's another Sunday evening here in Malaysia. Mom's playing the piano and my teriyaki chicken is roasting in the oven. I'm still wearing the Baltany DD with sweat management. Tomorrow, Dad may take us shopping at the mall. Although I have finished describing 'doggie' notation, it still remains to clean up the MS before I sell it. And I wonder how long the world has to go before Jesus comes -and how long we can run on stolen monies. Will make a push to work tonight, and take my meds about 9pm.

The importance of good behavior…

There are so many ways to get yourself attacked for crimes and sins committed in the mindspace. Today, the naive and very wicked Liew witches and their stooges got a small taste of why nobody does this much evil using telepathy. It’s very quiet at the frontlines of the conflict even as wars and troubles break out around the world. I’m finally able to type this blog post without feeling like a constipated skunk-hearted hell-goer.

I have to decide on my EDC. Today I tried on my Aqualand which I love, last week, my 077j, weekend, my Tenor-Dorly on lizard, and decided to wear my Swatch Sistem more often. I love its unique case shape and the fact that it’s bio plastic yet an auto. The strap is comfy and it still looks new and presentable, can be worn in the shower / rain (tho not the pool). 

Tonight I’m also wearing the casual karate belt with my Millet shorts and a white tee. Can feel witches stirring a cauldron of hate against the criminal minds who pop people open and kill them softly, even as I type this. The end times are upon us. A hard time to die at the hands of the wicked.

Beginning to believe that money will come hard over the year end. Everyone is running on borrowed dollars. I’m on Dad’s payroll at 47!

Of course, tomorrow morning, another run and workout. Must be disciplined tho my knees are sore -we all know why. May not have time to write tonight. Maybe early tomorrow, before my exercise. My odd body / foot odor which was bad for a few days has now gone for some reason. Phantom pains in my right hand have lessened.

Will have to wake up early tomorrow. We're taking Mom for physiotherapy at the hospital. My visit will be in December. Trying to get fit and healthy as possible but it's not easy. May take a long walk on Wednesday tomorrow, down to KL. Somehow I feel empty and lonely. Strange because I'm usually well centered.

Two weeks till fresh funds come in. Have to tighten my belt and avoid impulse buys. Lots of businesses under pressure, such as the hoarding of local rice, reusing cooking oil, and charging for sauce packets that used to be free. I haven't felt this pessimistic about the economy since ... forever.

Realized that I'd been seeking solace in possessions and food lately, and not in God. Will have to cut down spending on frivolous new stuff.

State of my wardrobe:

1. Olian gray - M&S blue
2. Artengo black - Domyos graygreen
3. Domyos green - Domyos gray
4. Domyos olive - EK white
5. Domyos beige - EK white
6. Millet khaki - M&S white
7. Domyos orange - Basic cyan
8. Tarmak white - Kiprun black (travel only)
9. Cookman red - period formal shirt (special occasions)

Maybe I will own a pair of jeans for my birthday.

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Been staying home mostly, due to the haze situation here in PJ. If I do head out it will be around 3pm, just to Amcorp, somewhere nearby and enclosed. My YouTube shorts are getting lots of views.

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Invented a music notation system that's easy to read and write without an instrument. I call it 'doggie'. Will release a video on it later after I polish it up and learn it well. It has always been my dream to write without a piano handy. Meanwhile the witchcraft continues, and many are falling away in pain and grief.

Wearing my Baltany 'Dirty Dozen' quartz, modded for sweat evaporation. The "SweatMaster" is born.

Fiction: Once Upon Writing a Book

Happens at the end of the age, was a competition to write the world’s final book. Yes, there was a reason behind it, quite obviously, everyone had better pool and contribute their personalities, experiences, skills and viewpoints before the sun went nova.

Secondly though, it was to see if anything miraculous would occur or come together from the billion or so minds of at least some intelligence and blessedness.

Finally, and it was a risk they had to take; absolute complete knowledge could enable every soul to transcend this dimension -into a new one of their choice. And they would know the key, upon reading that final book.

Gauss would have been proud.

The boy sat in front of his laptop. He had popped open a can of Coke and turned on the box fan in the window of their summer-sweltering apartment. Should he begin now or later, when should he stop, and how could anyone hope to write the world’s final book? Does a final anything exist?

His dog knew a bit of physics. Prove that information in the Universe is like God jumping rope. As long as you keep holding on to the handles, even if you miss a skip, information is never lost. And as such, information is finite, provided the beginning matches the end.

The boy listened to the bred-for-intelligence mini dachshund, wagging by his feet, pleased to have unloaded a wisdom. He stroked its long plump body with his bare soles and smiled.

“To kill the Gods” -that was the title of his manuscript.

He loaded up the elastomer dart gun, a short, pugnacious weapon cast in graphene. Should he shoot the judges too? Would they still read his book? He loaded the polonium-core soft bullets into the magazine. How many people would he have to kill to make the difference?

They turned up at the submissions hall, Adam and Eve, who wrote a book together, “Return to Paradise: Return to Eden” -came quite possibly last, He shot them. They would die a slow death from the radiation. He shot the judges; they would have to hurry up. Then he submitted his MS. Could he walk out a free man? A man who saved the world?

The sun was shining through the frosted panes of the hall, above the entrance tunnel. There, his dog waiting for him, wagging. In his mouth the dachshund held a little book of its own.

Lasso Ball rules...

Due to a terrible plumbing problem in our house, I wasn't able to make the boleadoras this afternoon. But I did finalize the rules of the game (Lasso Ball).

1. Players kick a rugby ball around
2. Players try to snare the ball in their boleadoras
3. The team who first snares the ball must attack, the other, defend
4. The team who wraps the snared ball around a 7' end post wins a point
5. Then the game restarts

Strategy can be divided into 4 main plays:

1. Low balls
2. High balls
3. Far balls
4. Near balls

Equipment consists of 2 boleadoras per player. Each 'bolas' for short, can be made of simple cheap rope and lashed on sandbags (2 round and 1 grip-sized). In that sense, it is a pretty cheap sport to aspire to and a lot of fun. The football may be any old cheap ball lying around that's not too light.

Fouls:

1. A boleadoras may not be thrown at a player at or over knee level
2. A boleadoras may not be thrown at a ball at or under head level
3. Lasso Ball is not a contact sport. No player contact is allowed within reason
4. Players may not handle the football (rugby ball)