Really? Nothing earlier than that?
In any case, since I didn't notice this fact, I was perfectly on time for my appointment that wasn't today. "So you can't do it today?"
"Oh, we can probably fit you in. Just have a seat, and we'll sort it out."
An hour later. "Yeah, it'll probably be about an hour and a half, you're next up."
Three hours later, I got the "we're just wrapping it up" alert.
An hour after that, I finally had my car, because they were seriously concerned about the 0.12 degree misalignment of one of my wheels. I really hope I misread that, because I'm pretty sure 0.12 degrees is not something worth wasting an hour of my time fixing.
And I don't know about this new update. I simply can't hit Golbats with my Pokeballs. I can find no angle or speed to put it in the right location. |
- Title: The Dreams in the Witch House
- Date: 1932
- Summary: Walter Gilman is a student, and is staying in the Witch House because it's cheap, likely because it's called "The Witch House." A Witch used to live there, and she could travel magically from place to place. Gilman starts doing that in his dreams, because he's studied non-Euclidean geometry and other super complicated math. Except he's not really dreaming, the Witch is helping him math-teleport around. Eventually he gets so good at math-teleporting that he has to sign an oath in blood to Nyarlathotep, so he basically is just doing grad school. However, he is able to ruin a baby sacrifice, because he's bad at grad school, and double-kills the Witch. However, he dies horribly when the Witch's mutant rat-person-thing tunnels through his chest devouring his heart. Ouch.
- Real Villain: Math.
- Last line in italics? No.
- Writer writes instead of fleeing? No.
- Rating: 5/10.
- Read it: Here.
- Pokemon.
- Spooky.
- This is an odd story about a bad criminal.
- Not Pokemon.
- Hrm. Hopefully the Vine shutdown will absorb most of these. Twitter is still my favorite way to get news, among other reasons I want it to do well.
- Sushi puns.
- Cats.
- Yeah, this is probably correct.
- I don't understand why this is the case, but I have probably thousands of fictional characters I can come up with names faster than I can for real people.
- What I'm learning about the 1930s is that toy shops were basically "choose one of these seven toys."
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