Monday, March 31, 2008



Chapter 4 (Prologue)

"That was kind of stupid," Callie said. They had descended to the forest floor in thoughtful silence but now Callie had to release some tension.
"It worked, didn't it? And anyways you said he'd think I was poisonous."
"Yeah, but, now that I think about it, spiders might be immune to frog poison."
If Jumper was capable of turning green, he would have. He stared at Callie with a stunned look on his face. "Really?"
Callie relented. "Nah, I'm just joking. But you're not invulnerable and you'll live a lot longer if you remember that. Seriously."
Now Jumper looked crestfallen. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"Aw, don't feel bad. You did it. Maybe even saved my life- if you hadn't been there, that spider might have snuck up on me and had Callie-cargot for supper. Maybe I should write a poem, an epic, Jumper Versus the Spider!"
"Yeah? You mean it?" Already Jumper was feeling better.
"Sure! Except you need a better name than Jumper. That's like calling you Frog."
"How about Spider Slayer?"
"Um, no. No verbs. Verbs don't make the best names."
"What's a verb?"
Callie ignored him as she pondered names. The best ones were simple and easy to remember. She had once met a pinkbelly toad named Atelopus Flavescens. It didn't exactly roll off the tongue, even an extra-long, poetry-spouting dexterous tongue like hers.
A deep voice interrupted her reverie. "How about Dart? It has the advantage of being a verb and a noun."
They whirled in the direction of the speaker and saw an enormous reddish frog with strange horn-like projections over its eyes. By reflex, Jumper made to spring at it, but Callie casually squished him to the ground with her hand.
Ignoring the struggling froglet pinned beneath her arm, she spoke to the newcomer. "Hello Rana."
"Callie. You can let your friend go- I think I am quite safe from him." Although the big frog's mouth was stuck in a permanent frown, giving him a grumpy-looking expression, there was a clear note of amusement in his gravelly voice.
"I was more worried about him, but you're right, of course." Callie released Jumper who did his best to brush himself off with dignity. A chunk of leaf stuck to his chin eluded him. Callie brushed it off with a wink. "Well, Jumper? What do you say? How does Dart sound to you?"
"Dart. I like it! I can be Dart," said the froglet.
The newcomer chorped his vocal sac. "Then it's settled. Pleased to meet you, Dart. My name is Rana."
Dart looked more closely at Rana. Aside from the immediacy of his size, and the odd horns above his eyes, Dart noticed the intricate pattern of his reddish skin- green and black stripes wound around his body in a curious arrangement. And he had a whole bunch of small warty bumps all over his back. The overall impression was that Rana was very, very old. But it was apparent Rana was waiting for Dart to say something. So he did.
'What are those horns over your eyes? And what about all those bumps on your back? How old are you? You're not going to eat us are you?"
"He might eat you if you keep asking so many question," Callie said. Rana just laughed- a deep, rumbly, relaxed sort of laugh that suggested wisdom and patience. His eyes blinked very slowly, as if he were sleepy. But Dart sensed he was far from sleepy.
"I will answer your questions, little froglet, if you answer mine- how did a blue poison frog come to have a red-eyed tree frog for a mother?"
Dart and Callie were momentarily speechless and then they were both laughing and getting in each others' way to explain how they had met. Less excitable frogs would probably have been able to tell from Rana's chortling that he already knew Callie was not Dart's mother.
"Callie's not my mom! Uh, the truth is, I've never met my mom. Either of my parents, actually. I don't know where they are."
"They weren't waiting for you when you Landed?"
"No, sir."
Rana exchanged a glance with Callie. "I see," he said. "Well, it's getting dark- I suggest we get ready for dark. You and Callie should get some rest. Myself, I'm only just starting my day, or night I should say. See that bromeliad behind you? Ideal for two young frogs like yourself to hide in overnight. I'll just be back here awaiting my breakfast."
Callie appraised the suggested plant- a vase-like leafy green hiding place with a small pool of water collected at the base. Perfect. "This will do nicely."
"Perhaps some poetry before you retire, Callie?"
"Of course." Callie turned to Dart and said, "Rana is one of the leaders of the Frog Chorus."
"Oh," said Dart. Before he could ask what that meant, Callie was already singing.
"Night comes to the rain forest
Time for us to sleep
We give the watch over to the Frog Chorus
Help us to dream deep
Sing your song throughout the night
And wake us at the dawn
We'll take over at first light
So the Frog Chorus carries on."
Dart climbed into the cup of the bromeliad. He fell asleep instantly, and dreamed of music and harmonies.
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Dedicated to Emily Weber, zimeta08 who made me that lovely Poison Dart banner!
Soundtrack: Frogs' Lullaby, Blue Rodeo. I have to admit I've never heard this song but a google of frog and lullaby tells me it exists!
Director's Commentary: Rana is an Amazonian horned frog, Ceratophrys cornuta. I tried to derive his name from the latin name, like Callie's, but Corny or whatever didn't cut it. So I chose Rana since Rana is a common genus name for frogs- though unrelated to C. cornuta. In real life Rana would be quite happy to eat Callie, though Dart would likely be safe since he's poisonous.
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Sunday, March 30, 2008

The best fossils I ever found at the coal mine were some small bivalves, probably clams not too genetically dissimilar to present-day species. Coal of course is made of fossil plant matter, but actual fossil specimens are fairly rare. You do see the odd leaf imprint but that's about it. Not that we really have time to go snooping for fossils. My dad described something he saw to me once and my guess is it was a crinoid. And even though the coal comes from a Cretaceous formation, we have never found anything even close to dinosaurian, like this incredibly well-preserved plesiosaur they found in a different Albertan mine.

Nothing exciting ever happens at work
A wee bit of fun would be a great perk
When my boss sees me starting to get bored
He gives me a five-year safety award
But a better idea of what I deserved:
Finding a fossil, perfectly preserved
Something with plenty of claws and sharp teeth
A T-rex with maybe a club underneath
Something to prove that dinos were smart
that they liked to use tools and even make art
this kind of find would break the routine
of endlessly running the exact same machine

Friday, March 28, 2008

Fanart Friday: Cylons!

My wife has decided, completely of her own accord, to get into Battlestar Galactica. She watched a couple of episodes of Season 3 last week and got intrigued so now we are starting from the beginning all over again! And with Season 4 starting next week (though I will be working and anyways I am not caught up on Season 3) what better time to celebrate those genocidal god-fearing gogobots than now! First the classic Cylon Centurion, rendered by Ripplin. Love the Cyclopean Cylonian eye!

Then we have a beautiful pencil drawing of the new Centurion by Chickenno.

But of course, everyone's favorite Cylon is Number 6, Caprica, Alberta's own Tricia Helfer. Painting by Valerhon.

Make sure you check out JasonPal's gallery for tons of BSG fanart, as well as fanart from nearly every other great fandom around- including more Amidalas than you can shake a gungan at. I like this one of 6 and Gaius Baltar. Why yes he does look exactly like my friend Crogdor.


Did you know they are holding a design-your-own Cylon contest?
And this just in! Breaking news! Grantgoboom shows us what would happen if BSG and SW had a baby. Or more accurately, he shows us Fett and Leia as Cylons which is ten times cooler.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

One nice thing about night shift is you can sleep all day long and not feel the slightest bit guilty. But it sucks if you miss Sheryl Crow on Q. Good thing for podcasts right? If it isn't up today it will be tomorrow I think- and you can always browse around and listen to some other Qs- Jian always has really good guests. I bought Detours a couple of months ago and haven't really stopped listening to it since. Actually I think it's the only CD I've bought all year. Well, gotta go work all night.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Poison Dart
Chapter 3

"But first, let's eat," Callie said. "You hungry?"
"I'm always hungry," said Jumper. It was true- ever since he had Landed, as Callie called it, he had been starving. "So what do we eat?"
"Bugs. Some plants. Pretty much anything that will fit into our mouths," Callie answered. "But you have to be careful because we fit into the mouths of lots and lots of other creatures. We can eat all kinds of things-and all kinds of things can eat us. Like in my poem."
"Like your poem. I was almost eaten once when I was Swimmer. And I saw other Swimmers get eaten all the time," said Jumper.
Callie nodded. "Yeah. That's life. But you have a big advantage- you're poisonous. Or at least, you will be when you get a little older. That's why you're bright blue. Poison frogs are always really bright as a warning- birds and things know not to mess with you."
"But what about you? You're really bright too, does that make you poisonous?"
"No. My only defense is speed and camouflage." Callie came to a stop and let Jumper jump down to the ground. "Turn around, I'll show you. No peeking!"
Jumper turned around, tempted despite Callie's instructions to watch what she was doing. But he was able to resist and Callie scampered into the fronds of a nearby fern. When she was ready she flicked her tongue out and swatted Jumper on the shoulder with it. Startled, Jumper spun around, but he saw nothing. Callie had disappeared! Feeling a little scared, he hopped first one way then the other, calling her name.
With a laugh Callie's bright red eyes suddenly appeared right in front of him. She sprang down practically on top of him, shouting "Boo!" and holding her orange hands out in front of her.
"Wow that was amazing!" Jumper said.
"Yup, even with all these bright colors on my underside I can still hide really good. And I can climb trees too. Since I'm a tree frog. And actually you can climb too. See your fingertips- the suction pads on them? They're for climbing. Wanna try?"
Naturally he did. So Callie and the froglet played a game of tree tag, Callie hopping and skipping just ahead of the laughing Jumper. "Now you have to call me Climber!" he shouted.
Callie called a halt to the game when she came across an ant trail. Hundreds of little red ants were marching in an unbroken line up the tree trunk. Each one was carrying a little piece of vegetable matter. "Lunch time," she said. "It doesn't get much easier than this- an ant buffet!" Her tongue flicked out three times, and three ants suddenly disappeared from the line. The rest paid no attention and marched stolidly onwards. "Yum! You try."
Jumper sampled the ants and found them to his liking. Maybe not delicious but for a free meal he couldn't complain. He and Callie leisurely plucked ants from the line, clinging sideways to the tree. "It's like they don't even mind that we're eating them," he said.
"Ants are funny that way- there's so many of them that they never seem to notice when you steal a few hundred. But don't get too comfortable- their warriors will be along shortly to investigate. We don't have to worry about them too much either, but they sting a bit when they bite. And sometimes they can swarm in such huge numbers that they can strip you of flesh in a few minutes. But mostly they leave you alone so long as you don't get greedy and disturb their nest."
Jumper examined the tiny little things and had a hard time imagining them stripping him of his flesh. Then one managed to nip his tongue before making the plunge down his gullet. "Ow!" he yelped. "I think I'm full."
They retired to a higher branch to digest their meal. Clinging contentedly, Callie had a hard time fighting the impulse to nod off. Furthermore, she couldn't think of a good reason why she shouldn't do just that. Her transparent eyelids closed and she dozed. It would have been a good nap if Jumper didn't abruptly break the silence by letting out a tremendous belch.
"Buuuurrrrrrppp!" For a second it was hard to tell who was the more surprised, as Callie awoke with a start and Jumper blinked in amazement that such an odious gas cloud could come from him. Eyes wide he covered his mouth with his fingers in embarrassment, but Callie was laughing.
"You call that a burp? Pitiful. Watch this." She closed her mouth and Jumper was astonished as her entire throat seemed to bulge outwards. Just when he thought it would burst she released the pressure by opening her mouth wide. "Blaaaaaaaaaaaghghghghghgh!"
Before long Callie had taught Jumper the trick of using his throat sac to enhance his gastrological ventings. The Frog Chorus had never sounded so gross. It wasn't long before their giggles and burps attracted the curiosity of other tree-dwellers.
"Shh!" Callie put a finger to her lips. She rotated one brilliant red eye significantly towards the tree trunk. Jumper followed her gaze and saw an enormous brown hairy monster with too many legs and eyes looking right back at them.
Jumper screamed.
"It's okay," Callie whispered. "It's a Bird Eater, a spider. It'll eat us if it gets the chance, but right now it's just sizing us up. It probably knows you wouldn't make good eating but it'll gladly take me if it gets the chance."
Motionless, the three creatures warily regarded each other. A mosquito flying towards them sensed the tension and veered away. Jumper knew that he wasn't yet poisonous, but did the spider know it? Slowly, even though his heart was beating so fast he was shaking, he advanced on the spider.
"Jumper, no!' Callie shouted, but he ignored her. Still slowly, but with more confidence, he crept forward. The spider retreated, rotating its body to keep its huge fangs between it and the frog. But it was plainly confused at such unpreylike behavior. Emboldened, Jumper sped up, then suddenly inflated his throat sac and belched a terrifying warning.
The spider turned and fled, to seek easier and less crazy prey elsewhere.

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This chapter is dedicated to the heroic naturalist Sir David Attenborough, whose newest series Life in Cold Blood will hopefully make its way to DVD on these shores soon!
Soundtrack: Jump Around, House of Pain. Had to have that one one of these times right?
Director's Commentary: The spider is a goliath bird eating spider, a native of South America (as are all species in Poison Dart) and the biggest spider in the world. But plainly no match for a tiny poison dart froglet!
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Thursday, March 20, 2008

So I'm a pirate captain now. Or at least, I can pretend I am in my new car, which I have dubbed the Black Pearl. It used to be my brother-in-law's, and he called it Jack but plainly I can not call it that since we plan to name our future son Jack. And this way I can be Captain Jack. I didn't feel very piratey when I drove to Hinton in the crazy unscheduled blizzard. I thought for sure I would snmash her up on the first day. Ole LGJ was pretty good in blizzards since it had winter tires, but the Pearl only has all-seasons which any pirate captain will tell you really means only good for maybe three of the seven seas on which you sail.
Anyways, I kind of felt like I'd sunk a ship full of puppies when I read my sister-in-law's blog where she gives a heartfelt farewell to the car formerly known as Jack.
And don't forget that picture of me as a pirate captain was done for me by the amazing Karen Ellis of Planet Karen, who just celebrated the second anniversary of her webcomic diary. In a world where anyone can make a comic- see BitStrips, she is a truly great artist.
Speaking of great artists, check out this brilliant piece that evolved from a fuzzy photo of traffic lights, by Jake Rueth, aka Cube.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Poison Dart

Chapter 2

Callie the tree frog hung precariously from a leaf. Normally a much better jumper, she had literally landed in this predicament by thinking of a perfect line for her poem-in-progress just as she sprang from her tree branch perch. She swiveled her striking red eyes to see if anyone had seen her. Seeing no one she then thought to survey her surroundings for the best way out of her position. Luck! She was suspended about half a meter directly above a small pond. Flexing her fingerdiscs that kept her attached to the leaf, she dropped and entered the water with a soft glomp.
As she swam to shore she tried to remember the brilliant line that had led to her unscheduled morning swim. What was it? Something about the sweet taste of bug guts. She couldn't quite recall. And it was such a perfect line, too, one worth falling into a chilly pool for. Provided she could actually remember it afterwards. Why did this always happen to her?
"Okay I can do this," she said. "Think. Maybe if I start from the beginning it might come back to me." For the thousandth time she wished she had a big stretchy vocal sac like male frogs. So much better to sing poetry with. But since she didn't have an audience- what else was new? - it didn't really matter. She cleared her throat and began.

"Ode to the Monarch
On wings of orange and black
You migrate to the moon and back
You fly through the jungle so gracefully
I hunt you down so chasefully . . .
is chasefully even a word? Well, no matter, it rhymes. Where was I? Oh yeah.
From tree to tree I climb and climb
Patiently I bide my time
Hanging from a branchy rung
You fly by and I shoot my tongue
Your wings taste silky sweet
And butterfly guts - such a treat!"

Yes! She did it! Another masterpiece from the frog genius Callie.
A tiny blue spotted froglet hopped into view in front of her. "That was great!" he said. Callie screamed in terror.
"Don't touch me! I'm warning you! Get away, or I'll use my, my, I have a very dangerous weapon hidden away somewhere and I'll use it on you! And it's close. Very close. Just don't touch me" Callie was backing away, scanning for overhead branches to leap to.
The froglet looked like he was about to cry. "I'm not going to hurt you! Sheesh, what do you think I am?"
"I know what you are- you're a poison dart frog. One touch from you and it's 'Funeral Dirge for Callie the Tree Frog' time. Run along to your mommy now, little froglet."
"But I don't feel poisonous. I'm just a friendly froglet. And, uh, alone. You're the first person I've met. Ever." The little guy looked so sad and lost that Callie's heart went out to him.
"Your mom didn't meet you when you Landed? Weird. You're probably named Jumper, aren't you?"
Jumper started. "How did you know?"
Callie chuckled. "We're all named Jumper when we Land. And Swimmer before that, and Egg before that. Usually your mom gives you a new name right away to distinguish between your siblings. But apparently you don't have a mom, or any siblings."
"Maybe you're my mom," Jumper said hopefully.
"Um, sorry kid. Tree frogs generally only make tree froglets, not poison dart froglets. Besides, I'm not old enough to be a mother yet, I'm barely a full-grown frog myself. Maybe I can help you find your mom, she's probably not far away. Unless . . . " Callie's voice trailed off.
"Unless what?" Jumper prodded.
"Okay, listen kid, usually your mom teaches you cosmology and all that. Tells you what's what and how things work. But one of the first things all froglets need to learn is that life is harsh. Harsh and . . . " "And?"
"Short. Us frogs gotta make the most of our time, because you never know when some tree crab or tarantula is going to eat you. I'm a tree frog so my only defense is speed and using my green skin as camouflage. And making sure my eyes are closed and that my blue and red and yellow belly is hidden away. Not always so easy."
Jumper mulled this over. Callie continued, "I wrote a poem to explain it to my own froglets some day. Wanna hear it?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay it goes like this:
Little froglet have some fun
Learn to hunt and jump and run
Laugh a lot and sing a lot
Remember all the good times you got
Because sooner or later
You'll be ate by a gator"
Callie beamed. That was one of her first poems and she was mighty proud of it. But the froglet's brilliant blue skin looked sort of pale. "I think I liked the first one better," he said. "What's that got to do with my mom?"
"Uh, nothing kid. Poetry doesn't mean anything, it's just silliness. Come on, I'll help you find your mom. You're freshly Landed so you're probably not poisonous yet. Otherwise I guess I won't need to worry about that gator. Jump aboard."
"Woohoo!" Jumper hopped onto Callie's back, just as if she were his mom. "Let's go!"
With a bright blue froglet piggybacking on a green, red, yellow and blue tree frog, Callie imagined she didn't really have either speed or camouflage on her side. Oh well, it will make a great poem some day. Which reminded her. "Say kid, you don't happen to remember the last line of that first poem I recited, do you?"

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Dedicated to that world-renowned kiwi poet, Harvey Molloy!
And you know the soundtrack to this chapter has to be Poets by The Tragically Hip.
Director's Commentary: Callie is a red-eyed tree frog, Agalychnis callidryas, the beautiful tree-nymph. We saw some today at the Calgary Zoo but they were busy sleeping and weren't reciting any poetry at all! When I first wrote this I spelled it poetree just to be funny but I realized frogs only have an oral tradition and have no written language so they wouldn't spell it any way at all.
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Friday, March 14, 2008

Friday Fanart: Maleficent
J. Scott Campbell joined deviantArt this week and posted a bunch of arts but my favorite was his Maleficent, so today is devoted to Her Malicious Majesty.
Following artwork done by, respectively, Mashi, Naomiful, 14-bis, Belldandies, Araniel and rinoatilmitt.





Thursday, March 13, 2008

Perdido Street Station was such a good book that I needed a break from China Miéville after reading it. How's that? New Crobuzon in all its putrescent glory was so real and jarring that I almost felt I needed to let its thaumaturgical pollution work its way out of my system before tackling him again. Plus he uses a lot of big words. I had no idea he'd written a children's novel. Lucky I found Un Lun Dun at Greenwood's big sale a few weeks back. What a fantastic book, in all senses of the word. UnLondon is just as strange as New Crobuzon but considerably more whimsical and fun. If New Crobuzon is System of a Down- brilliant, frenetic, political and twisted, then UnLondon is . . . um . . . I'm sure I can complete this analogy just give me a sec . . . Beck. Yeah! Beck. Only it makes slightly more sense.
Another book we bought at Greenwood's that day was Mister B. Gone by Clive Barker. Actually Michelle picked this one out on a recommendation from Laurie Greenwood. From what Laurie said we got the impression it was also a whimsical fun tale, but it's not, really. It's more or less straight horror, but with lots of demonic angst I guess. To be honest I didn't really care for it, though there was nothing really wrong with it. Just not what I expected, I guess. Strangely, CTV has the best website for it.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Remember that bus crash caused by the two moose that should have resulted in many many deaths but instead no one was killed? Well they fired the driver. But not because of the crash but rather because he ran the red light on our haul road. At shift change there's never any traffic and generally we yell at the drivers to pin 'er and get us home. But one of the other crews didn't like him so they reported him, and the bus company (so I'm told, this is very hearsayey) was happy to have the excuse to fire him so he could bear the brunt of the liability for the bus crash. I'm not sure how all that works but anyways. This is after they fired another driver at OUR insistence after he very nearly plowed us straight into the back of a parked haul truck. Another driver was fired, or quit (depending on who's telling the story), because he refused to remove his ball cap while driving. He was actually an old coworker of ours who is best not allowed back on heavy equipment. He liked to discuss his guns and ordnance while driving us to work. And once he sped right past a major bus stop so he could run into the IGA and have a poo. He assured us that this was the right decision given the circumstances and actually we all agreed.
So anyways, that leaves us with our current bus driver. Who was fired three times previously for various things, most notably his repeated attempts to commit suicide in his garage via carbon monoxide poisoning. We try to be extra friendly to him and often remind him of bunnies and babies and other things that make life worth living.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Poison Dart

Chapter 1- (don't forget the Prologue)

Egg felt funny. For a long time- forever, in fact- Egg had been content. Happy. He had been unaware there were any other states of being. But now he had new feelings, experiences, and thoughts. Each one puzzling and alien, a surprise. Egg realized that he would not be happy forever. This thought itself was the opposite of happy. It was also something else, one of the new things- it was exciting.
Egg felt like he was going to burst. And so he did. The little sphere that had been his whole world split open and Egg was free. He discovered another new thing and found it was as natural as taking his first breath had been. He swam. Egg realized,as he swam away into his new world, that he was no longer Egg. He was Swimmer.
Swimmer swam. He liked swimming. He explored his new environment and leaned about his new universe. Before, when he was Egg, he was the universe. He liked it infinitely more being a small part of a much larger universe. He soon discovered other eggs, and realized he had been but one of many.
This concept amazed him, but so did everything else. It amazed him even more when one of the eggs burst open and disgorged a funny little wriggling thing.
Before Swimmer could investigate the little wriggler, a more urgent urge intruded on his consciousness. Hunger. Swimmer decided he didn't like this new feeling and went to do something about it. Just as with swimming, he discovered he already knew what to do. He swam away in search of food.
Swimmer was delighted to discover that eating was as pleasant as being hungry had been unpleasant. He loved to eat. So he ate and he ate and he ate. He already seemed to know what was good to eat and what was not, and before long he had discovered which things he liked best. His favorite was the green sludgy goo that floated at the top of the universe. Swimmer ate as much as that as he could handle.
One day while Swimmer was eating the little squiggly wriggly thing from the egg swam up and started eating as well. Swimmer examined the swimmer. The astonishment he felt when he realized the swimmer was just like him was matched in intensity by the exhilarating rush of discovery. Swimmer approached the other swimmer, but it swam away. That was okay- it obviously hadn't yet made the same brilliant discovery Swimmer had. He went back to eating.
After a while Swimmer sensed the other one coming back. He turned towards it. The other stayed a safe distance away, seeming to study Swimmer. Undoubtedly it was realizing the same thing Swimmer had. Swimmer decided to go closer, but before he could a monstrous swimming thing swallowed Other One whole and swam away. Swimmer blinked. For the second time that day he came to an astonishing realization, only this was not accompanied by exhilaration. Swimmer learned he could be eaten.
Armed with this new knowledge, Swimmer passed his time exploring, eating, and avoiding being eaten. He mostly succeeded, too. One time he was practising his newfound ability to poke his head out of the universe when he saw below him another Other One in trouble. It was eating the green goo, unaware that behind it, an Eater was approaching. Swimmer dove down and knocked the Other One away, but the Eater chomped off his tail. It hurt. luckily Swimmer was still able to swim, since over the past few days strange appendages had grown out of his body. Swimmer found he could use these to swim.
Swimmer felt funny. He looked funny, too, missing his tail and sprouting those limbs all over the place. He found himself constantly thinking about the Place Above the Universe. He would go there as often as he could and poke his head into it and look around. It even seemed as though he needed to go there to breathe now. Weird. After a while, Swimmer decided it would just be better if he went and lived there.
Swimmer had a plan. It was brilliant and innovative. he would swim as fast as he could to the Top of the Universe and keep right on going to the other side. Once there he would continue swimming upwards until he was free. Such a daring plan would require a lot of speed, so Swimmer dove to the bottom of the universe and launched himself upwards. Without a tail he wasn't able to gain as much speed as he would have liked, but his rear set of appendages provided some good thrusting power anyway.
With a mighty plop Swimmer broke the surface. To his surprise he wasn't able to simply keep swimming upwards, since this new universe was a completely alien world with different rules altogether. But he found he could maintain a sort of half and half existence where his head was above and his bottom below. Soon he found he could propel himself quite easily in this state, it was just a different way of swimming.
While he was practicing this new skill a funny looking buzzing thing swam overhead. How it swam there when Swimmer could not was puzzling, but before he could devote any time to this new mystery Swimmer's tongue flicked out and ate the Buzzer before Swimmer even realized what he was doing. It was delicious! He saw another one just beyond tongue-reach and went after it. He still couldn't figure out how it was swimming where he could not but that didn't matter- what did was catching it before it got away. The chase led him to an area of the universe where the Bottom and the Top were not very far apart at all.
With a surge of his hind legs, Swimmer burst clear of his old universe, flicked his tongue out, and was rewarded with another tasty Buzzer. Only after he landed did he realize he had accidentally achieved his goal of leaving his old world behind. He blinked. He looked around. What a strange place! But it felt right,, like he was meant to be here. Swimmer jumped, overcome with excitement. As he did he realized he was Swimmer no longer. He was Jumper.

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This chapter is dedicated to Gotthammer Mike, who wrote his own online novel last year and showed me it could be done. Plus his two little tadpoles, Gunnar and Dacy.
Soundtrack: The Egg and I, by Kanno Youko, from the Cowboy Bebop soundtrack.
Director's Commentary- For the sake of the story I had to let "Egg" be born in a pond like the frog ponds I grew up with. But in actuality poison dart frogs have a waaaay cooler way of raising tadpoles- they hatch them on the forest floor in the leaf-litter, and then the tadpoles climb onto the mom or dad's back and they get transported to small pockets of water in trees to grow under the watchful care of the parents. Cool, hey?
Anyways, what's not so cool is this. At first I thought it was a newly dscovered species of black frog, but instead it is an oilspill. And on leap frog day, too.
Next Chapter

Friday, March 07, 2008

Fanart Friday: Random Star Wars Stuff

Here are some fairly recent SW fan arts that have caught my eye. First, an All Terrain Battle Transport, sort of a Super Walker from Radojavor. Probably transporting some leftover Clone Troopers, like these by MattMoylan.



Steampunk Star Wars has been big lately and here are a steam R2 and Grievous, by amoebabloke and node-of-ranvier respectively.



And a trifecta of character sketches, starting with an Ewok by my good buddy the rebel-penguin. Then a Tusken Raider by rm73. And Greedo by RobbVision.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

So I decided to go see the froggies at the Valley Zoo today. In all honesty I was a little disappointed, because I had imagined a whole building, or at the very least, a wing, dedicated to the Anurans, with hundreds, nay thousands of specimens to admire. But it was not so. Just one wall, with about 7 species. Two of which were sleeping invisibly. No poison darts, though they had a few Mantellas, which are a Madagascarian pseudoequivalent. So tiny! But it was very cool of the curator to let me in for free, and I'm glad I went. Hard to get good pics through the layers of glass, but I got a bit of video. Here are some African Clawed frogs, who, through no fault of their own, seem to be the ones responsible for the devastating spread of the chytrid fungus:

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

I got my hypertext colors back to normal, using a somewhat inelegant solution. At least it worked, and I have no idea why it all went black in the first place. Oh well.
What's with all the bogus autobiographies lately? I guess it's not a new phenomenon (see Mike Warnke; does Milli Vanilli count? They were more in the bogus people category) but you'd hope publishers would upgrade their bullshit detectors. Oh you were adopted by wolves after you escaped from the Nazi death squads? So was my Grandma! Here have a book contract!
Anyways, here is a great blog I discovered today- a ScienceBlog I somehow never encountered before called Bioephemera. Browsing there I followed a link to Garfield minus Garfield, a brilliant idea if ever there was one.