Putting the suit on and checking the systems took a good ten minutes as usual. I ran down a tunnel to the exit in the middle of the forest in Veterans’ Memorial Park. It felt good to be in the full suit. The last time had to have been when I’d bugged Magnus’ house in Chicago — almost a month ago now.
The doors opened above me and I jumped, making it a good twenty feet before the rockets kicked in and took me the rest of the way into the sky. The trees went past in a blur of branches. I found myself looking down on the city lights almost before I realized it.
I caught Vaughn on the way out of the lunchroom. We didn’t have any classes together and we hadn’t eaten together lately because Cassie had been spending a lot of time with Kayla. Repairing relations, I guessed.
Vaughn had been talking with a couple other guys. Neil leaned against the wall next to the door, tracing the tattooed dragon on his forearm while Dave talked. “… someone called the cops and we ended up climbing the fence while holding our skateboards. They caught Mike, but Neil and I got away.”
Somehow my kids managed to drench my cat while taking their bath.
Now he wants to sit on my lap.
Note: I’d apologize for getting this up as late as I did today, but bearing in mind that this has happened every week for a while now, I probably shouldn’t. Instead, I’ll just mention that if I ever do start posting on Monday night around midnight like I sometimes used to, imagine how surprised you’ll be.
On other matters, I’m thinking I might need to lighten up the background of the comment area and depending on how easy it turns out to be, I may make a couple other small changes to the theme. Let me know if you find anything hard to read.
About ten (fifteen?) years ago when I came up with the idea for the Rocket, one of my friends drew him. It isn’t precisely how I imagined him, but it’s close.
And pretty cool.
I probably should have saved this for a day when I didn’t have anything to post…
And just for what it’s worth, I thought I’d point out that I’m using Twitter to let people know about update progress. That way I don’t have to continually write something like “not yet ready to post… Wait… It’s almost ready… Well it could be ready in minute… But it’s actually going to be ready tomorrow,” into posts that I then delete the next day anyway.
I can do that in Twitter instead and evidence of my inconsistency can be kept for the ages.
Oh look… It’s a post that’s on time (more or less). With any luck, I’ll be able to do the same on Friday. Not being in training for a race means that I’ve probably got an extra 5-10 hours a week. I plan on enjoying that for a while.
About ten (fifteen?) years ago when I came up with the idea for the Rocket, one of my friends drew him. It isn’t precisely how I imagined him, but it’s close.