Jibber Jabber - Q1 - 29

[Imagination Vortex]

I remember looking into this, seeing as how it happened a month before I joined the forum. I went back and tried to find what thread or post had more activity, thinking some crazy party had gone on here. But I found nothing. Usually things peak around here when resutls come out or the award show night, but I've never seen anything like that. So I agree it must have been a glitch. But it would be cool if we all planned to login on a certain date and time just to try and break that record...

[emilymccosh]

Well, darn. I was hoping for a crazy story!

But you're right, we should all plan to get on at once...seriously, that's kind of a cool idea...

[Martin L. Shoemaker]

Polo...

Well, hello there Mr. Nebula Nominated Martin L. Shoemaker. :)





If you haven't read his story, yet. Go now!!!

http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/shoemaker_08_15/

Thank you! I'm still kinda stunned.

[Martin L. Shoemaker]

Well, darn. I was hoping for a crazy story!

Then write one! We're writers. When reality is boring, we write a new reality!

[storysinger]

But it would be cool if we all planned to login on a certain date and time just to try and break that record...

If we all logged on this thread we could eclipse the 5,000 post mark.

[amoskalik]

Well, darn. I was hoping for a crazy story!

Then write one! We're writers. When reality is boring, we write a new reality!

Using the Google wayback machine, we all log in at precisely 6:45 AM EST 1/11/2012 and post on the Jibber Jabber - q1 34 thread. Of course we can't see the posts until that thread is actually created... nothing that exciting really

[Ishmael]

And I do hope you are busy writing that one!

[storysinger]

Maybe we could all write a story on this thread.

The writer sat with shoulders hunched forward and began to...

next person's turn

[amoskalik]

... type. Tears blurred the keys. How could she convey what had transpired to an oblivious past? What could she possible say that would change the tides of history?

Nothing.

Yet, failure was unthinkable. Countless had died to give her this final chance.

"To those who come before...

(next)

[Galen]

"... you have only the shortest of windows to change your destiny, to prevent the most terrible of tragedies (which of course happens on a Thursday, but I'll come to that). But if you have any hope of averting the..."

[storysinger]

heavy-handed crackdown on free writing implemented by the authorities you must find a way to reach the masses via all available media.
A loud thump outside the door...

[MattDovey]

...sounded almost human, almost normal; but Kaytlin couldn't ignore the scraping sounds of claws on the doorframe. She knew, from bitter experience, that she couldn't ignore such a knock. Ragged memories of...

[Galen]

...the last time a Censor Beast forced its way into her apartment and began a psionic search for illicit communication. Should she hit "send" on her communique now? Or could she stall for another minute or two? She had so much to say but she could only fit so much into a red-encrypted time text.

[amoskalik]

No time. Kaytlin backspaced over the To: and Time: fields, reentering "Kaytlin" and "Yesterday" respectively. She dashed off a quick note and clicked send just as the door tore from its hinges.
* * *

[amoskalik]

(here's the complete first scene for ease of reading)

The writer sat with shoulders hunched forward and began to type. Tears blurred the keys. How could she convey what had transpired to an oblivious past? What could she possible say that would change the tides of history?

Nothing.

Yet, failure was unthinkable. Countless had died to give her this final chance.

"To those who come before you have only the shortest of windows to change your destiny, to prevent the most terrible of tragedies (which of course happens on a Thursday, but I'll come to that). But if you have any hope of averting the heavy-handed crackdown on free writing implemented by the authorities you must find a way to reach the masses via all available media--"

A loud thump outside the door sounded almost human, almost normal; but Kaytlin couldn't ignore the scraping sounds of claws on the doorframe. She knew, from bitter experience, that she couldn't ignore such a knock. Ragged memories of the last time a Censor Beast forced its way into her apartment and began a psionic search for illicit communication. Should she hit "send" on her communique now? Or could she stall for another minute or two? She had so much to say but she could only fit so much into a red-encrypted time text.

No time. Kaytlin backspaced over the To: and Time: fields, reentering "Kaytlin" and "Yesterday" respectively. She dashed off a quick note and clicked send just as the door tore from its hinges.
* * *

[Dustin Adams]

There are children in kindergarten who were not alive when this thread was created.

[Ishmael]

Censor-beasts were like no normal creatures. They had expunged all individuality and variety from their genetic make-up. Since no form could be found that might not potentially offend someone they were amorphous. Quite literally when you'd seen one you'd seen 'em all; the problem was seeing one. A well-wisher had pointed out the biblical injunction to pluck out offending eyes, and as a result all censor-beasts had blinded themselves to any viewpoint but their own (and of course they only had one of those.) The result was that censor-beasts objected to anyone who had eyes on the grounds that such people might embarrass sensitive people who believed they might not be exactly beautiful and therefore didn't want anyone to see them.

[MattDovey]

There are children in kindergarten who were not alive when this thread was created.

Now you say that... neither of my two boys were, and one of them starts school in six months

It also amuses me greatly that Tina starts the thread, idly discussing the story that went on to be the Golden Pen winner that year. Like a moment frozen in time.

[s_c_baker]

There are children in kindergarten who were not alive when this thread was created.

Now you say that... neither of my two boys were, and one of them starts school in six months

Both my kids were a live. BARELY. The youngest (now aged 4 and a half) would have been 2 weeks old at the start of this thread. (And indeed, I see that I was slacking off on the forums a mere week alter, with mention of him being 3 weeks old. )

[Martin L. Shoemaker]

There are children in kindergarten who were not alive when this thread was created.

To many people (sadly) the definition of "history" is "it happened before I was born".

So we're now part of history!

[Martin L. Shoemaker]

There are children in kindergarten who were not alive when this thread was created.

Now you say that... neither of my two boys were, and one of them starts school in six months

It also amuses me greatly that Tina starts the thread, idly discussing the story that went on to be the Golden Pen winner that year. Like a moment frozen in time.

This thread is like the writings of Nostradamus. The future is written here if you know how to interpret it.

If only there were someone who could interpret it for us...

[ThomasKCarpenter]

This thread is like the writings of Nostradamus. The future is written here if you know how to interpret it.

If only there were someone who could interpret it for us...

All the oracles and cuddling you need in one book.

[storysinger]

A most famous predictor of events that happened after his death. Unless he's still living,

[s_c_baker]

A most famous predictor of events that happened after his death. Unless he's still living,

I hear he and Elvis are sharing a condo in Palm Beach.

[storysinger]

So maybe Nostradamus will predict Elvis's next sighting.

[Isto]

That was the nature of a Censor Beast. So why did this one look different? Did its movements lack the total apathy that usually accompanied its thorough destruction of any artistic creation? Of any risky idea? The set of its eyes, the bridge of its nose looked familiar. Too familiar. And she was certain, that ruby stud was not standard Censor Beast issue. That alone was impossible! Please, don't let it be...

[morshana]

The thread that will not die ... It's *still* going??

[storysinger]

able to force its indomitable will on her actions. Her breath caught in her throat as a beam of scarlet light shone forth from the gem on the Censor Beast.

Inside her head she felt a wave of compulsion, DELETE THE FILE-YOU MUST DELETE-...


Welcome back Morshana. Yes this thread is still going on. We are trying to get the # of entries to 5000.
Some of us are writing a story.

[morshana]

Awesome! Less than 400 to go.

Tina? Where are youuuu?

[amoskalik]

Ah, now Kaytlin knew why the censor beast looked familiar. She swatted away its feeble attempt at mind control. "For the last time, Jim, I'm not deleting our prenup. Now beat it, I'm in the middle of something here."