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Tales of the strange - 27 Januray 2007
Jan. 28th, 2007 02:35 amYou would think that a spot designed for a small rabbit to fit through (although, he had to put away his pocketwatch first) would not somehow manage to expand to fit a human being, nor that said human being would shrink to fit inside the hole, but one of the two must have happened. Or perhaps the rabbit was bigger than I thought. Considering he rushed by in such a hurry, I never really got a good look at him.
What was down there was a rather odd mishmash of creatures. Some looked like origami robots, others seemed to have been grafted as cybernetic chickens. I wanted the antics of that group for quite some time - they paired up with some dolls and put on some rather funny sketch comedy.
Of course, there was that small tiff I almost got into when I found out that the Wonderland librarians had not been trained properly in their duties. But rather than waste time in arguments, I instead went elsewhere.
Looking to find an Internet connection, I stopped into a cafe to run a search or two. As it turns out, in this mirror world, Google has changed their rankings to defeat "googlebombing". And, if played through, the experience a female gets out of an orgasm could potentially short out a man's nervous system.
Some things were still the same, though - exaggerated influence was given to symbolic political gestures, the White House is requiring agencies to consult with them on any policy or guidance measure they want to use, the State of Maine rejected the new federal ID card requirements, and Iran is still planning on going forward with building uranium enrichment devices. There were also columnists talking about to what degree, if any, the West should placate and try not to offend Muslims, and they probably had a similar tone of “Well, if we do what we’ve been doing now, we may as well surrender and let an Islamic Empire conquer us.”
All such trips last only a short time, though, as there was this curious incident where I stuck my tongue out at a mirror image, and he flipped me off. So I chased him through the mirror, where I landed in a library of anarchist, socialist, and class-struggle related material. Beyond that, though, I opened the exit door, and there I was, stepping out of the shower. At least I had the foresight to close the door first. Wouldn’t do to have the housemates seeing me in such a state.
What was down there was a rather odd mishmash of creatures. Some looked like origami robots, others seemed to have been grafted as cybernetic chickens. I wanted the antics of that group for quite some time - they paired up with some dolls and put on some rather funny sketch comedy.
Of course, there was that small tiff I almost got into when I found out that the Wonderland librarians had not been trained properly in their duties. But rather than waste time in arguments, I instead went elsewhere.
Looking to find an Internet connection, I stopped into a cafe to run a search or two. As it turns out, in this mirror world, Google has changed their rankings to defeat "googlebombing". And, if played through, the experience a female gets out of an orgasm could potentially short out a man's nervous system.
Some things were still the same, though - exaggerated influence was given to symbolic political gestures, the White House is requiring agencies to consult with them on any policy or guidance measure they want to use, the State of Maine rejected the new federal ID card requirements, and Iran is still planning on going forward with building uranium enrichment devices. There were also columnists talking about to what degree, if any, the West should placate and try not to offend Muslims, and they probably had a similar tone of “Well, if we do what we’ve been doing now, we may as well surrender and let an Islamic Empire conquer us.”
All such trips last only a short time, though, as there was this curious incident where I stuck my tongue out at a mirror image, and he flipped me off. So I chased him through the mirror, where I landed in a library of anarchist, socialist, and class-struggle related material. Beyond that, though, I opened the exit door, and there I was, stepping out of the shower. At least I had the foresight to close the door first. Wouldn’t do to have the housemates seeing me in such a state.
