Twisted: The Twisted Universe takes place in a future world which contains special individuals who are known as ‘twisted’, each one having undergone a unique ‘twist’ usually during their teenage years.
50 years earlier a Canadian explorer named John Kinkaide was in Antarctica and became infected with a new virus which became known as the Antarctic Flu or the Kinkaide Virus after its first victim. The virus spread over North America killing 60% of the people infected by it. Over 2 million people died from infections before the vaccine was found and the virus was stopped.
In My Life -
Thoughts and Dreams and Hopes "Crying is all right in its own way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do." - C.S. Lewis
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Blog #28: Lessons From the Heart -
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I got a pleasant private message early this morning, which I read before my usual early Saturday morning jog (sometimes bicycle ride), from someone named Kate, and she wanted to talk about some of the stuff I wrote.
My partner's done with her interviews in Manila, and she passed three of her four interviews. So I guess we are pushing through with it. She visited her family, and is having a wonderful time. Turns put that she didn't need to check in at the hotel she had reserved a room in. But the biggest, most important thing, is that she's coming home tomorrow. Yayyyy! I'm excited!
My housemate is abroad for a couple of weeks. She left early Wednesday morning for some interviews. From our last Skype conversation, she said she finished two of them, and she has one more on Monday, and another Tuesday. Tuesday afternoon, she's flying to her little hometown in Kyoto Japan for a long-scheduled visit. And she'll be back Saturday evening. Which is the problem.
I may have mentioned before that my partner had resigned from her job, for family reasons. But as is typical with her, she had it all planned out. Prior to resigning, she had sent out her CV and had lined up some interviews. Moe is going abroad this week for interviews with the ADB, the Thomas Jefferson Cultural Center, the WHO and JICA. Not for any big position, mind you, just a position with their PR or research departments. So she had an appointent at the hairdressers this morning, to get all gussied up for her interviews. I went with her to get a trim, but mostly to keep her company. But as these things always seem to go with her, I got roped into trying something. So guess what?
Hi. Moe n I decided on going on a spur-of-the-moment road trip. She had just resigned from her job and yesterday was her last day, whereas I am having a mild case of cabin fever. So, crazy or not, we're going on a road trip to cheer ourselves up. So we're getting an early start on the day, and just drive around, just be a couple of tourists, check in at a hotel, and be back tomorrow. Or maybe Friday (wink wink). Weather seems good, save for the 40-degree temp. But we'll be okay.
Those that chat with me regularly online know some stuff about me. Among them is that I ain't too tall, I have chronic insomnia and, aside from chocolate, I don't eat all that much. It's not anorexia or anything like that, or any other kind of medical condition. I guess I just don't eat much. But yesterday was different.
Ma is coming later tonight. By some artful arm-twisting (not literally, of course) by Ma, Moe n I are playing host to eighteen people for Christmas tomorrow. And one Shetland Sheepdog. And Ma's invited herself to stay at the house tonight to help us prepare for the family Christmas lunch tomorrow.
Due to a very cooperative tailwind, our plane landed early, and I got through customs real quick on account of I only had my wheelie and my wardrobe bag, and I am now home. I missed my Moe.
It's 5AM here in Manila, and I'm all packed, waiting for the front desk to call me for my short ride to the airport. I'm going home. After all of twenty-one hours here... This is getting old real quick...
I am leaving for Manila at 8:30 this morning. It's for work, not fun. I'm arriving in Manila thirty-eight hours later, or Monday 10:30AM Manila time. And I'm flying back Tuesday 8AM Manila time, and arriving in Reagan twenty-five or so hours later, or Tuesday, 8PM Eastern Standard. Sixty-three hours, or more than two-and-a-half days of flying time, for all of twenty-one hours in Manila. and much of that would be time on the road, getting ready, or whatever. I'd probably just have eight hours with the office guys... yeesh...
i originally wanted to post it as a comment, but looking at how involved i got in writing it, i thought i'd make it a blog instead. so, i think you'd best read her blog first, so this one will make some sense.
I just had a long discussion about story universes with someone here in BCTS, via Private Message, and it was a long discussion. Pretty long discussion, though it had the feel of a slow motion kind of discussion since we did it by taking turns and responding to each other's PMs.
Buddy and Pedro, a married pair of male African penguins at the Toronto zoo are being seperated
and paired with female penguins. Apparently this wasn't done for religious or moralistic reasons but
because the population of this species is in perilous decline. Let's hope they can rise to the occasion.
Does anyone know where the word/prefix "retro" comes from? I'm sure many do, but I didn't so I had to google it. Anyway, it's a Latin prefix that means "backwards" or "in the past." Hence you now get words like "retrospective" or "retroactive" et cetera. Last Monday, I indulged in a little bit of retro-ing.
Since last month, I have been dreading September. I was informed by the bosses that, because of my recent work, I was put on a short list of middle/upper-middle managers that were supposed to be part of the company's so-called "flying squad."
It's 2:30am now as I start writing this - a dark, windy and rainy early Sunday (or is it late Saturday evening) Appropriate, I guess, for what I am writing right now. Yes, honey - this is a ghost story. It's even true. And I'm all alone right now, writing about it.
I'm sure you've had one of those. You know - one of those songs that refuse to go away, that keeps on rolling around in your head and you keep on humming or singing it for days on end. And, sometimes, you even end up "infecting" those around you, and they end up with the same song in their heads, too? I've had my share of those kinds of songs. And I have a new song to add to this list.
For the past couple of weeks, my roommate and I have been sort-of shut-ins, owing to my lawyer's recommendation to stay in for a while and my innate scaredy-cat nature. No going out, jogging, shopping, or eating out. The both of us were having a bit of cabin fever. Being all by myself was nothing new - being by myself didn't used to be a big deal. But, somehow, it is now.
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