So I made it back, and my new friend had decided to come with me to travel with the Recovery Show and start a new life. On the way back, I had a weird feeling like I was splitting into tiny fragments. It wasn’t anything much, just a feeling. When I woke up next day, back at the show, I had all these memories that came from other probable realities. I know that because I remember that now. It’s like every other reality is in a stasis pod, cut off from this reality, but still part of it. We’re all moving forward together, but all separate, too. Nothing has changed for me, really. The world is still the world, and people are still people. And we still need to get this technology out to the people to rebuild the world. But there are worlds that I cannot imagine, separated by nothing more than the fact of this world being realized and them not, according to my perceptions. And this world isn’t real to them. It all has to be part of the whole, but each part is separate and individual, all necessary but all extraneous at the same time. I’m remembering some tech that we don’t have. That’s going to be real useful. This is all working out well, so I guess that was the plan all along. I almost wish I had been in on it. But I guess it wouldn’t have worked, then. Complex and intricate and infinitely devious are the reaches of probable realities, I’d say.
Gotta keep up with the times and with technology, you know. The pumpkin market is viciously competitive, and there is no room for laggards. “God helps those who help themselves.”
Now available! Wedekind Bros. Pumpkin Trebuchets! Call toll-free to Bro.Dill or visit our workshop in beautiful suburban Cul de Sac, just outside D.C.
We may be able to ameliorate your aesthetic objection to ballistic delivery by cannon. If you would be so kind, please consider our hot-air balloon delivery. Dropped from a moderate height, the pumpkin gently splashes instead of creating an elongated debris field of liquid and fragments.
Happy, happy, happy!!! Premium Member over 3 years ago
No pumpkin should fly before it’s time.
Randy B Premium Member over 3 years ago
Don’t expect to sell your nice little pumpkins for canning.
https://www.motherearthgardener.com/profiles/companies/canned-pumpkin-zmaz12fzfol
Rotifer NOT GETTING RUBEN BOLLING’S PIN Thalweg Premium Member over 3 years ago
Use a pumpkin trebuchet – less noise.
Check with Dill – his brothers may let you use theirs.
coltish1 over 3 years ago
So many of the other unanswered prayers lack the heart-rending pathos of #14.
Plods with ...™ over 3 years ago
Looks like someone needs a sponsor.
Howard'sMyHero over 3 years ago
But, buried deep down in our DNA there lies a “ thrill” gene which is activated by the audiovisual of a big BOOM followed by a satisfying SPLAT …!
Brass Orchid Premium Member over 3 years ago
So I made it back, and my new friend had decided to come with me to travel with the Recovery Show and start a new life. On the way back, I had a weird feeling like I was splitting into tiny fragments. It wasn’t anything much, just a feeling. When I woke up next day, back at the show, I had all these memories that came from other probable realities. I know that because I remember that now. It’s like every other reality is in a stasis pod, cut off from this reality, but still part of it. We’re all moving forward together, but all separate, too. Nothing has changed for me, really. The world is still the world, and people are still people. And we still need to get this technology out to the people to rebuild the world. But there are worlds that I cannot imagine, separated by nothing more than the fact of this world being realized and them not, according to my perceptions. And this world isn’t real to them. It all has to be part of the whole, but each part is separate and individual, all necessary but all extraneous at the same time. I’m remembering some tech that we don’t have. That’s going to be real useful. This is all working out well, so I guess that was the plan all along. I almost wish I had been in on it. But I guess it wouldn’t have worked, then. Complex and intricate and infinitely devious are the reaches of probable realities, I’d say.
Radish the wordsmith over 3 years ago
Pumpkins to the left of me, cannon to the right of me, simple solution, make pumpkin pi.
Mad-ge Dish Soap over 3 years ago
Pumpkin Cream Pie …
For both heavyweights and lightweights.
INGSOC over 3 years ago
gourd prayers tied in knots
Bill Thompson over 3 years ago
Is the beseecher being upbraided or downbraided for his prayer?
Sisyphos over 3 years ago
Sorry, Charlie!
Gotta keep up with the times and with technology, you know. The pumpkin market is viciously competitive, and there is no room for laggards. “God helps those who help themselves.”
Now available! Wedekind Bros. Pumpkin Trebuchets! Call toll-free to Bro.Dill or visit our workshop in beautiful suburban Cul de Sac, just outside D.C.
Randy B Premium Member over 3 years ago
We may be able to ameliorate your aesthetic objection to ballistic delivery by cannon. If you would be so kind, please consider our hot-air balloon delivery. Dropped from a moderate height, the pumpkin gently splashes instead of creating an elongated debris field of liquid and fragments.
CaptainKiddeo over 3 years ago
Is that…William Jennings Bryant??