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[Bobby Isosceles]

People, people. Sit down while Professor Toaster schools your fine asses.

So Heaven is basically just Heaven. But the Welshies from 1750 liked Wales in 1750, so they kept it that way. They're in the same Heaven as everybody else, just in a fenced-off area. Similar to how Colonial Williamsburg or Amish Country both exist in modern-day America, but in fenced-off areas. Molly hopped the fence to Regular Heaven where she met Beef. The Sanders Clan let Charley into their gated community because they liked him. Charley did no time traveling. He is in the present, but the ghosts are very set in their ways.

Here endeth the lesson.

It's like a bad M. Night Shamalamadingdong movie, except with dead talking cats instead of wooden actors.

[AugustWest]

A wizard did it.

[lprkn]

It's like a bad M. Night Shamalamadingdong movie

But you repeat yourself.

Here's hoping for a human writer character whose planned book is going to save the world.

[Doc]

People, people. Sit down while Professor Toaster schools your fine asses.

So Heaven is basically just Heaven. But the Welshies from 1750 liked Wales in 1750, so they kept it that way. They're in the same Heaven as everybody else, just in a fenced-off area. Similar to how Colonial Williamsburg or Amish Country both exist in modern-day America, but in fenced-off areas. Molly hopped the fence to Regular Heaven where she met Beef. The Sanders Clan let Charley into their gated community because they liked him. Charley did no time traveling. He is in the present, but the ghosts are very set in their ways.

Here endeth the lesson.

It's also that Molly's dad was kind of cheap if you remember. So they don't get to move around between the different planes and such.

On my birthday I get Nachos for every strip. I also had Nachos for dinner. So appropriate.

[littlefallsmets]

Here's hoping for a human writer character whose planned book is going to save the world.

Ah but I am too busy feeling sorry for myself and my kind-of-but-kind-of-not broken toe.

[pmcd9]

Yeah what became of that book you were writing?

[littlefallsmets]

My brother had a seizure, turned out he has a disorder in the veins of his brain, I had to reconstruct my life around being able to drive him into work in the morning and drive him back, locked myself into a dayjob for longer than I'd thought with the terrible curse that is split-weekends to be able to do this and... two-thirds of a year later, here I am, too exhausted most of the time to do much more than scribble on messageboards and in facebook and my diary and so on.

Ain't a self-pity thing, I would and will do whatever I can do to help him eventually get better, but here we are.

There's that old Futurama chestnut, you know.

Something along the lines of:

"And why is there yogurt on your bed?" "It used to be milk and... well... time makes fools of us all."

[dejavroom]

People, people. Sit down while Professor Toaster schools your fine asses.

So Heaven is basically just Heaven. But the Welshies from 1750 liked Wales in 1750, so they kept it that way. They're in the same Heaven as everybody else, just in a fenced-off area. Similar to how Colonial Williamsburg or Amish Country both exist in modern-day America, but in fenced-off areas. Molly hopped the fence to Regular Heaven where she met Beef. The Sanders Clan let Charley into their gated community because they liked him. Charley did no time traveling. He is in the present, but the ghosts are very set in their ways.

Here endeth the lesson.

I buy that.

Hey LFM, care to give a primer on what the book was/hopefully will be about? Is there a thread somewhere here for it, or what?

[lprkn]

LFM talked about it here, but I think it had mostly to do with issues of titling the work.

[littlefallsmets]

John Lennon survives his assassination attempt to end up the defacto leader of the American opposition at the dawn of Reagan's America.

A braintrust of left-leaning scientists and artists (actual historical figures) tries to turn the tide back in the early eighties via precipitating a wide-scale telepathic awakening but things backfire very very badly, some in realistic ways, some in science-fictiony ways, until much of the United States is disbanded or ruined, except for the Eastern Seaboard and middle South which are being psychically manipulated into some kind of shadow play version of 1950s America.

The poorly organized underground, barely held together by the force of Lennon's fame, takes one last ridiculously-unlikely shot at success... building a machine to send out a distress call to parallel timelines, in hopes of reinforcements... but all it ends up doing is plucking a sort of timetraveller out of the stream of reality and depositing him, suddenly powerless, at their feet.

And the time traveller (more a rider of parallel dimensions, really, there's no going backwards, there's no changing the past, there ain't no going back) isn't particularly heroic, he isn't trying to set right what once went wrong or anything, he's been mostly squandering his abilities trying to find a world where a group of friends from his youth are all alive and in tact so that he can retreat back into the best part of his life.

A journey out of Manhattan, through the stitched-together ruins of the upper Midwest, to try and petition the only known person with time-type powers on that world ensues... John and his close circle of friends hoping that perhaps he'll help them upon meeting one of his own, the timetraveller hoping he can get help getting his powers back so he can return to his sad stunted quest.

Everyone's exhausted, everyone's tired of running but nobody really knows how to give up, just on momentum.

Bob Dylan is a born-again Christian country music star in the shadow America, Country Rob Zimmerman.

Kurt Vonnegut and Philip K Dick are two of John's closest surviving advisors.

The nexus of the telepathic control network are forty-or-so comatose telepaths, wired up to machines, broadcasting out complacency from the tops of the tallest buildings remaining in New York, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Centre.

At this point, I have no idea if it is proof that I am entirely mad.

[dejavroom]

At the risk of out-Bobbying Isosceles, I have to ask - though this be madness, yet there is meth to it?

But no, it sounds interesting. I'm particularly curious re: samples of dialogues from the mouths of those long gone.

[littlefallsmets]

John suffered an injury to his throat in surviving the assassination and can no longer speak... but a telepath is there to speak his ideas for him, though in her own words.

Phil and Kurt talk, though. Endlessly. Phil and Kurt as Rosencrantz and Guilderstern types, the insane mystic and the weary atheist in the face of all that fantastic madness, and their rolling debate as to the meaning of it all is one of my favourite aspects of the story.

[Bobby Isosceles]

John Lennon survives his assassination attempt to end up the defacto leader of the American opposition at the dawn of Reagan's America.

A braintrust of left-leaning scientists and artists (actual historical figures) tries to turn the tide back in the early eighties via precipitating a wide-scale telepathic awakening but things backfire very very badly, some in realistic ways, some in science-fictiony ways, until much of the United States is disbanded or ruined, except for the Eastern Seaboard and middle South which are being psychically manipulated into some kind of shadow play version of 1950s America.

The poorly organized underground, barely held together by the force of Lennon's fame, takes one last ridiculously-unlikely shot at success... building a machine to send out a distress call to parallel timelines, in hopes of reinforcements... but all it ends up doing is plucking a sort of timetraveller out of the stream of reality and depositing him, suddenly powerless, at their feet.

And the time traveller (more a rider of parallel dimensions, really, there's no going backwards, there's no changing the past, there ain't no going back) isn't particularly heroic, he isn't trying to set right what once went wrong or anything, he's been mostly squandering his abilities trying to find a world where a group of friends from his youth are all alive and in tact so that he can retreat back into the best part of his life.

A journey out of Manhattan, through the stitched-together ruins of the upper Midwest, to try and petition the only known person with time-type powers on that world ensues... John and his close circle of friends hoping that perhaps he'll help them upon meeting one of his own, the timetraveller hoping he can get help getting his powers back so he can return to his sad stunted quest.

Everyone's exhausted, everyone's tired of running but nobody really knows how to give up, just on momentum.

Bob Dylan is a born-again Christian country music star in the shadow America, Country Rob Zimmerman.

Kurt Vonnegut and Philip K Dick are two of John's closest surviving advisors.

The nexus of the telepathic control network are forty-or-so comatose telepaths, wired up to machines, broadcasting out complacency from the tops of the tallest buildings remaining in New York, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Centre.

At this point, I have no idea if it is proof that I am entirely mad.

I think YOU just gave me a vein disorder in my brain.

[lprkn]

I'd read it.

[Toaster]

That sounds really good.