Thoughtsam

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Mon, 05 Jan 2009 06:13:00 +0000

Lacking better materials, her fairy godmother turned her parents into a ball gown and slippers for the evening.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 06:11:00 +0000

It sounded like none other than a million frogs giggling at once.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 06:07:00 +0000

There's nothing wrong with Gotham a few street trees couldn't fix.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Sat, 27 Dec 2008 06:06:00 +0000

I am therefore, I think.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Wed, 24 Dec 2008 05:33:00 +0000

This reality we've created may not survive the light.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 04:52:00 +0000

Someone told him the best way to get what he wanted out of life would be to write his own obituary and work back from there. Problem was he didn't know what he wanted, so he asked his friends to all write obituaries for him. That's when the trouble began.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 05:27:00 +0000

The back of his head opened up; it was a book. She flipped through the pages.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 05:26:00 +0000

Gravity may have won the battle, but the war is still on!

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Fri, 12 Dec 2008 05:16:00 +0000

What part of, "What part of my question did you not understand?" did you not understand?

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 01:08:00 +0000

It slowly dawned on her that her life, which up until recently had seemed so convincing, was just a flimsy plot device in a poorly-written science fiction novel.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Sat, 29 Nov 2008 01:07:00 +0000

You've got to be proactive about being a jerk; otherwise you might never get around to it.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 04:40:00 +0000

As his lifeless body grew cold, the machines that he had built gathered around him, waiting for his next command.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 05:53:00 +0000

I spend so much time preaching, sometimes it's nice to be the choir.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 06:05:00 +0000

Still feeling the tendrils of the God fragment I bumped into last Tuesday.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Tue, 30 Sep 2008 05:28:00 +0000

"That's one pooch you can't unscrew," he said, shaking his head.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 03:27:00 +0000

Would you rather be reaching for something or trying to hold on to it?

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 05:30:00 +0000

Oh, I used to believe in gravity, but I became dissatisfied with it.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 04:14:00 +0000

As another beam fell and flames leapt around us, I turned to her, knowing we didn't have long before we were engulfed. Time seemed to slow down, reflected sparks tracing lazy arcs across her eyes. All I could think was how lovely she looked in that light.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Sun, 07 Sep 2008 06:12:00 +0000

Respect my bullshit!

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 06:16:00 +0000

The graffiti said simply "Me"... How appropriate.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 04:30:00 +0000

It wasn't long before the magic was out of control. We always had the option to neutralize it, but it quickly became obvious that we would never take it, no matter how bad things got.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 04:07:00 +0000

The Herculean Games: just like the Olympics, but without those pesky drug restrictions.

thanks: Kevin

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Mon, 25 Aug 2008 04:16:00 +0000

He was in the Dia de los Muertos parade, dressed as a suburb.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 03:52:00 +0000

90% of any skill is failure recovery.

noreply@blogger.com (Ian Gilman) — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 23:46:00 +0000

He took pleasure in goading her until she lashed out, then acting betrayed until she asked for his forgiveness.