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• On begging
  December 2011 on Earth, but it is eternal midmorning on the third layer of the Astral Plane. THOMAS OF AQUINO, NICHOLAS FLAMEL, and K'UNG FU-TZU sit at a card table, in th
• Henry and Eliza
  Henry came home from work feeling as horny as Hell. He threw his coat across the back of a chair, kicked off his boots, and picked up the mouse from its spot on top of the
• The Number 13 Road
  It's an old joke, you've no doubt heard it before. There's this young woman, and she's decided to kill herself by jumping off a bridge. So just as she's standing there on
• The delivery man and his death
  The delivery man looked at the calendar on his wall and saw that the day was right, and he looked out his window and saw that the Sun had gone down a little over an hour a
• Will McCarthy and the Screaming Avocados
  [Belated Halloween story because of animation festival and urethral surgery. You've heard this plot before, of course, but it's a new telling, anyway.] The rain was coming
• Cross Product, chapter 15: The eleutherophobe
  Again Mella returned to the tripod and lantern. There were faint clinkings. Maybe she was cooking up a stir-fry in the wok. That wasn't really a very amusing thought; I wa
• Cross Product, chapter 14: In a midnight choir
  Late on Saturday afternoon I was lying on a soft, mossy slope in the sun, looking up at the clouds and thinking of not much of anything. I had gotten so far into the whole
• Cross Product, chapter 13: Every possible Universe
  Far too early and far too loud, Taylor was hip-checking me in my sleeping bag and saying "Wake up, sleepyhead! It's morning!" I pried my eyelids open and indeed it was. I
• Cross Product, chapter 12: Crimson and pearl
  I stood on a bared mound of rock watching the yellow Sun sinking into the trees. It almost lined up with a straight row of hills, and I wondered if it would line up with t
• Cross Product, chapter 11: Whiteshade simple
  Rick winced in pain as he eased into a kitchen chair, and Mella was immediately all over him. She tore the bandage from his leg and gazed alertly at his cut. Looking up at
• Cross Product, chapter 10: Yes means no
  Late afternoon we started looking for a place to camp. We had hoped to reach the summit, but we'd made slower progress than we had expected, and it looked more reasonable
• Cross Product, chapter 9: Jugging for cats
  When I started going to Scouts, it was the first year that they let girls join. I could tell you a few stories about that, to be sure, but they wouldn't be as interesting
• Cross Product, chapter 8: Tetrachromat women
  One of the many things I hate about direct marketing is the way marketers share their lists. If you get on one mailing list, then pretty soon you're on two, then four, and
• Cross Product, chapter 7: No place for you
  Mella's house was not as I remembered it; in fact, the entire subdivision was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the forest ended suddenly at the edge of an oblong gravel area.
• Cross Product, chapter 6: The lead badge
  I picked my way across the castle courtyard with the consecrated lead badge burning on my right breast, careful not to fall into any of the open graves. My task was compli
• Cross Product, chapter 5: Line coverage
  When the only tool you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. When I was working for a company that did relational databases, we tried to tell our clients that ev
• Cross Product, chapter 4: Green and yellow
  I'm addicted to information. I used to subscribe to IEEE Transactions in Information Theory , the big green one. It was good for impressing people, for killing flies, and
• Cross Product, chapter 3: Tired light
  I hate parties. That's why I go to every one I'm invited to. I'm trying to expand my horizons, stalk myself. When I got an email from my friend, or perhaps I should say my
• Cross Product, chapter 2: Distance and heritage
  I spent Monday at work doing code inspection. I ride to work every morning wondering why I put up with it, or at least mornings when I've got a backlog, but there are enou
• Cross Product, chapter 1: Freedom and intelligence
  I'm a computer programmer.  I'm the best kind - the kind they call a Real Programmer.  Other kinds of programmers think I'm not quite human, because I can do things they c
• Mistakenly thought to be djinn
  First appeared in talk.bizarre, July 1997 You must know that Man was not the first of the Earth's masters. A great many unusual people may be seen in the marketplace of Da
• Race
  This is a re-posting of an item that first appeared in Livejournal, in October 2004. One day the Fox met the Bunny, eating grass at the edge of a big field.  "Hey," he sai
• Light and speed
  It's not so easy to find a primitive, backward culture anymore. Satellite constellations can lay down a gigahertz on every square kilometer of the Earth's surface and wher
• The sing-song of unknown Kadath
  Not always was Antarctica a cold and barren wasteland, but a lush green continent of ghoulish degraded tribes. They were grey and they were rubbery and dined upon corpses.
• Eight knights of the dragon
  0 (the dragon) And once upon a time, the villagers used to say, there was a dragon that lived at the bottom of that cave, yes the one over there.  It would steal maidens. 

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