Early as it is, I find myself looking out the window for signs of Autumn. The ornithopters are hanging out on the roofs and trees… and, anyway, ornithopters are mechanical. Any time you see them flying South for the winter you can be pretty sure that they’re just messing with you.
They do like their little jokes.
On the other hand, I always look forward with dread to the last T-shirt sale of the season. Is this it? I don’t know. But it could be.
Embrace the pessimism! Get right over to Retropolis or The Celtic Art Works (or even the Pulp-O-Mizer) and fill your shopping cart with T-shirts in time to enjoy free standard shipping on
one* two or one hundred of them**.
The free shipping sale runs through September 21st. All you have to do is enter the coupon code SUNSET16 during your checkout and then sit by the window, watching the deceptive ornithopters, and wait for the postperson to come.
*Well, apparently they changed their minds. It’s now free standard shipping on orders of $30 or more.
** One hundred T-shirts is the recommended daily allowance.
A new page has been published in the story Fenwick’s Improved Venomous Worms
, at Thrilling Tales of the Downright Unusual
You can read it here
So there’s that dream. It’s one of those dreams that’s so commonplace that it seems like everyone has had it, and maybe more than once: you find yourself back at school, standing in front of an entire room – or even an auditorium – full of students, and you’re about to speak when you look down and realize that you’re not wearing any pants.
This is not about that dream.
That dream is commonplace; it’s not worth our time.
Let’s imagine, instead, that the school we’ve returned to is the hellishly competitive, hellishly dangerous, and, in general, just plain hellish Retropolis Academy for the Unusually Inventive. This is the prestigious alma mater of every mad scientist in Retropolis. On graduation, students are propelled into the Experimental Research District where some of them will prosper and the other ones won’t be talked about very much. Not after the mess gets mopped up, anyway. Unless it’s a really amazing mess.
Awful as this is, it isn’t awful enough to compete with the no-pants version of the story, of course. And the good news is that there are pants in this version.
But that’s the extent of the good news. The rest of the news is that there are gigantic venomous worms, an unseasonal invasion of mole people, some devices that in all honesty should be better regulated, and very little respect for the guest lecturer. This is full contact, extreme higher education we’re talking about here.
And it starts this Wednesday, in Fenwick’s Improved Venomous Worms, at Thrilling Tales of the Downight Unusual.