Silly Ass Waste of Time.

It is usually a waste of time to remake a tv show that was worthless but even more when it might have been a good in its original.  The absolute worst was trying to remake the original star trek into THE NEXT GENERATION.  The Enterprise was supposed to be the flagship of star fleet, and no one would ever put an effeminate old man in charge of something that important.  But that’s not my real gripe.  It is with the new X Files show.

There is nothing in the trailers to suggest that there will be anything new in this dreary reamake.  Just the same two clowns that bored us to tears in the original show.  Do yourself a favor and skip it.

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Retrospective on Sealed With a Kiss

First of all I want to thank all of you who stayed with me on this troublesome story and read, liked, and commented.  I started writing this pablum in December 2014 and didnt finish this piddling 20,000 words until last week.  In the summer of 2010 I wrote the first Dana novel of 80,000 words in a mere 10 weeks.  There was very little editing between this first draft and the final version.

Sealed With a Kiss is massively flawed but can be salvaged if i care to do it.  I think the characters were pretty good, the suspense constant, and enough cliff hanging to keep you reading.  The problem, I eventually understood, was my state of mind: I just didn’t give a shit.  I haven’t since I was dumped and came to live in this godforsaken shithole. That’s understandable but until that changes, which it won’t, there’s not much point in writing fiction.  Plenty of other things to write.

My mind still works ahead though.  At the end of the story Colonel Jim Chones of the Time Police is stealing a new timeship to go back to 1963 and prevent the Kennedy assassination.  It seemed a good ending.  I was so glad to be done with this story that I never want to work with them again.  Still, my mind worked ahead to how I could sequelize it.  No way I will do that because the subject has been done to death.  I was curious enough to research the subject a little and saw that while more recent forensic accounts support that Oswald could not possibly have fired the fatal third shot that blew part of Kennedy’s head off because of the ballistics of the rifle.  Besides, it appears to have come directly from the AR-14 that a Secret Service agent in the car just behind the presidential limousine was holding.  The official story was that when Oswald’s shots were fired the driver accelerated which threw the agent off balance and made him fire accidentally.

It’s just good science to accept that because it fits everything without any need for conspiracy theories.  It’s called Occam’s Razor.  I have problems with it though.  I cannot believe that I have better firearms training than a fed.  And  was told that you never, ever point a firearm at anything you aren’t ready to shoot.  The rifle should have been pointing straight up, not right at the president.  Besides that, you rest your finger on the trigger guard, never the trigger until you are going to fire.

This all gets Byzantine enough for a sequel.  My mind even came up with a title: The Twenty Second.  Remember how great the TV show Twenty Four was its first season?  How good the suspense was?  The way time was compressed/dilated?  It would have been like that.  But I wont write it.  Too much trouble.  If I write fiction again here it will be something entirely different.

IDK why this post got out of hand, but I guess I needed to say this.  I don’t have any new ideas and I am empty of those things and everything else.  But there’s non fiction, and that’s a lot easier to write.

One last note.  I wanted to see if anyone caught the last sentence in this story.  Apparently not.  If you take out “Allah’s grace” and put in “Our Lord Jesus Christ” you have the last verse of Revelation.  I just wanted to give this ending a little more class.  The verse stuck in my mind because after all the horrible imagery in Revelation there is this benediction.

Pax et Lux.  Peace and Light.

The Radium Girls

The events described happened nearly a hundred years ago, but some things never change.  It’s a true life horror story grisly enough to give some people nightmares.  There’s a PBS doc called The Poisoner’s Handbook, about early forensics but the part about the radium girls is in there.  I think you can get it on Netflix if you’re interested.

I found a good article on it and am posting this link that i hope works.

http://www.damninteresting.com/undark-and-the-radium-girls/

Sealed With a Kiss 21: Conclusion

A few weeks have passed since i threw Ginnie out.  I’ve not seen her.  Hopefully she left town.  Not my problem now.  October here in Brunswick has the most gorgeous weather you find in this place all year.  Pristine skies and sharp dry shadows dappling sunlight thru the windows and skylights.

I’ve just made an unauthorized entry into the bulding where the time machine was housed in that big, shadowy hangar.  They hardly ever use this place anymore and it is quiet as a mausoleum.  Only a little light drizzles here into the corridors.

I am tense as i move.  My muted footsteps start to sound so loud they get on my last nerve.  When i get to the door i take a step and there is a loud screech and a hiss and the cat jumps up on the stairwell and hisses and glowers at me, emerald eyes in a jet black face.   I hope he’s alright.  Cats are durable.  I knew there was one here but i never saw it before.  I guess somebody comes in and feeds it.

When Dillon debriefed me i made the strongest possible recommendation that the timeship be destroyed and all of the technology that goes with it.  I knew it wouldnt happen that way.  After they used the first nukes in a war there was no way they could destroy what they’d created.  I still hoped that at least the ship would be taken apart and the technology kept as guarded as it could be.

I am so naive.

I manage to get the door to the hangar open and walk in toward the blue circle and stop ten feet away.  In it is the future.  Or eternity, if you like.  The old ship was dismantled but  they built something even better.  And there it is.

The old ship looked like a giant hot dog on wheels.  This really looks like a ship.  Streamlined and teardrop shaped, with subtle, symmetrical bulges aft.  I guess you could call them nacelles.  They obviously generate the field that makes time travel possible.  There are other improvements, the most important being a time portal that can look into the past, just not very far back.  And they even fixed the flaw that made travelling in it such physical agony.

So how do i know all this?  Well.  I have my snitches too.  Without them i couldnt even have gotten in the building, much less this hangar.

The ship even has a name.  It’s Fight the Future,  whatever that means. The generation that fought WWII mustve felt this kind of awe when they saw the first jet aircraft.

As far as i know i dont trip any alarms when i walk into the blue circle and open the canopy.  I get into the ship and see that there have been such improvements IDK if i can pilot it.  The big joystick that was the main control of the older one is smaller and folded away and marked manual control only.  The actual controls are mainly in a keyboard right in front of me.

And i wont ever have to sing Sealed With a Kiss again just to open and close the canopy.  I will always hate that song.

As soon as i am in there is a muted whisper and the keyboard lights up.  The screen asks me for my destination.  I hesitate before i type Dallas, TX Dealy Plaza, 7:00 am November 22, 1963.  I go on to specify a place next to the book depository where i can land this thing and its force field and cloaking device will keep it safe.

Oswald’s movements that day are pretty well known.  All i have to do is lay for him behind a stack of crates.  When he passes by i’ll just step out behind him and break his neck.  He’ll never know what hit him.  That’s the easy part.  The real problem is the second shooter.  Nothing is known about him except that there had to be one.  I’m going to try to use the time viewer to scan for a plume of smoke from a rifle.  Start with the grassy knoll and scan everywhere until i see it.  Then i’ll have to figure out how to kill him before he can fire.  That may require multiple incursions in time and that makes me nervous.  I dont care how smug Dillon is about temporal paradoxes being a myth.

The screen chimes and asks me if this is where i want to go.  I hit Y and i am prompted to submit to the ID verification.  It’s just a retinal and fingerprint scan and it says i may proceed.  I dont know what to do next until i have to hit Y again.  When i do a voice comes out over a hidden speaker and i nearly jump up and hit my head.

It’s a woman’s voice, of course.  Some comedian programmed in a woman’s voice in a deep, thrilling contralto that some men think is so sexy.  I never liked that.  I always thought a woman who talked that way needed more estrogen or something.

RU ready, Colonel Chones?  The voice asks me.

Yes, i say irritably.

Waiting for final command, it says.

Engage, i say in a tired and cranky voice.

Beginning five second countdown, it says and starts counting.

What will happen?  I havent the faintest.  I’ll tell you about it when i get back.

If i get back.

In the meantime…

May Allah’s grace be with you all.  Amen.

 

THE END

Sealed With a Kiss 20

When i see this in my hotel room i freeze and so do Ginnie and the bellhop that had been humping her.  I dont think any of us quite believes what we’re seeing.  A wave of dizziness hits me and i stumble and almost fall but steady myself.  As we all stare at each other i see mortal fear in the bellhop’s eyes.  Years ago i would have beaten him within an inch of his life but i am weary. I move so that i am not blocking the path to the door.

YOU!  I yell at him.  Pull up your pants and get back to work before i change my mind and kill you.

I never wouldve believed anyone could get their pants up that fast but he does.  And he he looks at me all the time he is moving toward the door.  I closed it when i came in and he almost runs right into it.  He flings the door open and flees.  I go over and close the door and sit down across from Ginnie, who is still naked.  My real business is with her.

Get some clothes on and pack up your things i say, my voice shaking. Then come back and sit down on the bed.

I move my chair so that it blocks egress from the room.  It seems like an hour but she’s packed in less than five minutes.  She seems terrified.

When she sits down i look at her and say, I knew you’d do this sooner or later.  But why the minute my back is turned?

Then i lose it and stand over her and shout, WHY, YOU TREACHEROUS SLUT?  WHY NOW?  DIDNT YOU…

And i stop.  Something about the terror in her eyes.  And then it dawns on me.  This one’s been abused.  Sexually and physically.  It explains her pointless promiscuity perfectly.  I was slow putting it together because i’ve never been abused and never knew anyone who had, but it’s right there.  The look of an animal that’s been abused.  And i stop  being angry.  There’s no point.

Listen to me, i say.  Do what i tell you.  Go back and tell Dillon i said to get you your own room immediately. Get your stuff out of mine.  Dont be there when i get back.  And i’d rather not see you again.

She still looks like she’s swallowed Drano.  She hasnt moved.  I say, Well?  What RU waiting for?

She picks up her bags and moves very slowly and deliberately to the door and i bury my head in my hands.  When she gets to the door she pauses and looks at me.

What RU waiting for?  I say.  Go and sin no more.

I will not see her again.

Sealed With a Kiss 19

I wake with a start, my heart pounding.  I nodded off for a few minutes and didnt know where i was.  I’m still in the library of course, where ive been running the same video over and over.  I lost track of time and can see the shadows of late afternoon are going blue.  Time to get back to the hotel.

This part of the beach is relatively deserted and the people still here are at the part of the shore that are right in front of the ugly high rises.    An autumn chill that has lain hidden under the September heat has taken over as the sun is setting.  I am cold as hell and wish i had a jacket but it’s not that far.

Lyndon Johnson, one of the most hated presidents in his time because of a fuckin war.  But what concerns me was his signing of the Civil Rights Act. Whether to do something or not, even if it causes more suffering.  He is supposed to have said as he signed it that he just lost the south for the Democratic Party for generations.  And that’s what happened.  He knew that but he signed it anyway because, i guess, he was trying to right a wrong that was so wrong it had to be fixed no matter what happened. That’s my dilemma.  I am going to have to risk every bit of this golden age where they can cure any kind of cancer just to make something else right because i have to.

When i get to the part of the beach that is in front of hotel i have to stop and sit down.  Fatigue and depression from the cancer treatment.  The sight of big bodies of water give me the creeps and right now that ocean looks bigger and scarier than ever.

A couple of girls that have to be underage walk by and stop ten feet away and talk to each other to see if i will pay them any attention and when i dont they move on down the beach.  And i wish they’d put some damn clothes on.

I struggle up the stairs and, ignoring the do not disturb sign, put my keycard in the door and walk in on the damndest sight.  Ginnie is on her back with legs spread and a man in a hotel uniform is humping her with his naked ass in the air.