GrumpyGhostOwl's Profile

OMG I just logged back on after a long absence and I'm devastated to hear that ElectricWhite has passed away. Wishing everyone the best for Christmas. Hold on to the ones you care about. You never know what's around the corner.

"Surrender or die!" Bang! Thud! "Surrender or die!" Bang! Thud! "Surrender or die!" Bang! Thud! Jason sighed and fired again. Another Spectra android toppled and fell to measure its length on the ground. "Surrender or die!" Bang! Thud! Keyop raced around the corner carrying a lidded coffee mug in one hand and a glossy black cylinder about the size of a soda can in the other. "Surrender or die!" Bang! Thud! "Here," Keyop said. "Surrender or die!" Bang! Thud! "Is that what I think it is?" Jason asked, reaching for the cup. "Get your own," Keyop said. "I was in the middle of ordering when the call came through. Anyway, it's hot chocolate. You know I don't drink coffee." "Surrender or die!" Bang! Thud! "You wanna do the honours?" Jason said. "Or would you rather finish your chocolate?" "Surrender or die!" Bang! Thud! "I can do both," Keyop said, and lobbed the cylinder as far as he could. He tipped the cup to his mouth and swallowed the last of his drink. "Run!" Jason prompted. The two G-Forcers sprinted toward the G-2. Jason waited for Keyop to bounce into the small space behind the driver's seat before jumping in. He closed the hatch, started the engine and reversed, gravel spitting from under the tires. "Visual cliche," Keyop muttered from behind him. "Would you prefer to walk?" Jason suggested as he turned the car. He changed gears and the G-2 roared away. "Just sayin'," Keyop said. The boy activated his communicator. "Zark, are we there yet?" "Almost," came the electronic reply. Jason checked the rear view mirror. "Nobody's following," he observed. "You're clear, Jason," 7-Zark-7 declared. "Activating EMP." ... Aboard the escape ship, Zoltar raged at the tele-comm screen. The image on the screen was a simulacrum of his soon-to-be ex Chief Programmer. "Do you have any idea how many hundred thousand dragei were wasted today?" Zoltar shouted. "What possessed you to have my androids challenge G-Force and attack one at a time?" "It wasn't my fault, Lord Zoltar!" the programmer protested. "It's Tuesday!" "And what does that have to do with anything?" Zoltar shrieked, flecks of spittle flying from his lips. "Windows update, Sire!"

I still freeze ice cream tubs full of water to put in bird drinkers for my raptors and the poultry. But yes, life without air conditioning is a frightening thought. Those little neckerchiefs with the water beads in them are pretty good if you're outside in the heat. Hats are essential. Viscose and hemp are more absorbent and breathable than cotton. Ironically I'm snug in my favourite chair by the fire right now as it's a cold night in the forest.

I'm a good four hours away from the Woorooloo fires. Some raptor colleagues were in the emergency warning area and had to evacuate. A couple of weeks earlier we had a fire in the next district over and went to watch and act, which in my fire plan, is the trigger to evacuate, so that was fun. Not. It was harder to catch up the bloody chooks than it was to catch the Owls. The Regular-sized Blue Chicken of the Blackwood Valley is an evil little sod.

Well done, EW. I needed a laugh.