At least with this sort of writing, I should be writing more often.
And now if only I had logs of yesterday's story about shep. Because it was funny... But, this one is.. odd, to say the least.
Oh, and forgive the lack of caps. I don't usually use caps in IRC, and I copied this directly over.
(7:35:26 AM) The topic for #9rules is: 9rules: the room has been cleared of dead kittens; it's safe to breathe now
(7:58:06 AM) lisa: it was funny, how whales in the shipping channel brought out the gawkers. they skipped work, skipped school, and skipped real life to stand on the top of crumbling levees, watching a mother humpback whale and her calf swim circles in this port 100 miles from open ocean. it was unclear what had caused them to take a wrong turn, turning right instead of keeping straight in their journey to arctic waters, but was it was clear that they had been attacked and were nursing wounds.
(7:59:29 AM) shep: that what?
(7:59:37 AM) shep: i need the end!
(8:00:20 AM) lisa: perhaps they had been attacked by a killer whales--but then again, unlikely because the orca's wouldn't have given up until the calf was dead, killed only for the tasty layer of fat beneath the skin, meat left in tact to float down and feed the bottom feeders who never reach the surface, have no concept of what light is like.
(8:00:53 AM) lisa: two small girls stood on the levee with their mother "will they die?" one asked the other.
(8:01:40 AM) lisa: "everything dies," said their mother "but their number is coming up sooner than the others. soon death will be here to take what he's owed."
(8:02:19 AM) lisa: the two girls looked at each other, and without a word, jumped into the waters, swimming out to the whales. men shouted from the shore, but their mother stood there placidly.
(8:03:28 AM) lisa: it seemed as if time stood still, in that moment before other's attempted rescue. the girls had reached the mother whale, their small hands smaller against her side, as they coaxed her to turn back to the ocean.
(8:04:41 AM) lisa: the whales had been in the channel for two days, scientists unable to lure them back to saltier water. but these two small girls, one on each side of the mother, touching her with their small hands, urged her back home, back to where it was safe.
(8:07:09 AM) lisa: when it was all over, and whales were swimming on their own in the right direction, the girls were brought back to their mother. they were wrapped in course wool blankets from an ambulance, their long hair dripping, plastered to their heads. the mother smiled at the police officer who had brought them back to her. "thank you," she said, before he walked away.
(8:08:32 AM) lisa: she lead her girls away from the levee, back the way they had come, back to work and school and real life. she didn't say anything to them, but lead them away from the reporters who wanted the exclusive on what her daughters had done.
(8:09:09 AM) lisa: when they finally got back to their house, the smaller of the two girls couldn't hold it in. "she didn't know death was coming. she thought she was safe."
(8:09:35 AM) lisa: "did you tell her about the missing salt, and the mountains up ahead," the mother asked.
(8:10:20 AM) lisa: "yes, she said it explained why the water tasted different. and it wasn't a shark attack. it was humans who did that to her and the baby."
(8:10:35 AM) lisa: "it's always humans, even when men say it's not. you did good, girls."
(8:11:53 AM) tunicwriter: Whoa.
(8:11:57 AM) lisa: the two girls took a shower together to wash off the muck of the river, their mother washing out and combing their hair, plaiting it into to a braid for the each of them. they had their desert of chocolote ice cream, and went to bed in their matching bunk beds.
(8:12:01 AM) lisa: they dreamed of whales.
(8:12:03 AM) lisa: the end.
(7:58:06 AM) lisa: it was funny, how whales in the shipping channel brought out the gawkers. they skipped work, skipped school, and skipped real life to stand on the top of crumbling levees, watching a mother humpback whale and her calf swim circles in this port 100 miles from open ocean. it was unclear what had caused them to take a wrong turn, turning right instead of keeping straight in their journey to arctic waters, but was it was clear that they had been attacked and were nursing wounds.
(7:59:29 AM) shep: that what?
(7:59:37 AM) shep: i need the end!
(8:00:20 AM) lisa: perhaps they had been attacked by a killer whales--but then again, unlikely because the orca's wouldn't have given up until the calf was dead, killed only for the tasty layer of fat beneath the skin, meat left in tact to float down and feed the bottom feeders who never reach the surface, have no concept of what light is like.
(8:00:53 AM) lisa: two small girls stood on the levee with their mother "will they die?" one asked the other.
(8:01:40 AM) lisa: "everything dies," said their mother "but their number is coming up sooner than the others. soon death will be here to take what he's owed."
(8:02:19 AM) lisa: the two girls looked at each other, and without a word, jumped into the waters, swimming out to the whales. men shouted from the shore, but their mother stood there placidly.
(8:03:28 AM) lisa: it seemed as if time stood still, in that moment before other's attempted rescue. the girls had reached the mother whale, their small hands smaller against her side, as they coaxed her to turn back to the ocean.
(8:04:41 AM) lisa: the whales had been in the channel for two days, scientists unable to lure them back to saltier water. but these two small girls, one on each side of the mother, touching her with their small hands, urged her back home, back to where it was safe.
(8:07:09 AM) lisa: when it was all over, and whales were swimming on their own in the right direction, the girls were brought back to their mother. they were wrapped in course wool blankets from an ambulance, their long hair dripping, plastered to their heads. the mother smiled at the police officer who had brought them back to her. "thank you," she said, before he walked away.
(8:08:32 AM) lisa: she lead her girls away from the levee, back the way they had come, back to work and school and real life. she didn't say anything to them, but lead them away from the reporters who wanted the exclusive on what her daughters had done.
(8:09:09 AM) lisa: when they finally got back to their house, the smaller of the two girls couldn't hold it in. "she didn't know death was coming. she thought she was safe."
(8:09:35 AM) lisa: "did you tell her about the missing salt, and the mountains up ahead," the mother asked.
(8:10:20 AM) lisa: "yes, she said it explained why the water tasted different. and it wasn't a shark attack. it was humans who did that to her and the baby."
(8:10:35 AM) lisa: "it's always humans, even when men say it's not. you did good, girls."
(8:11:53 AM) tunicwriter: Whoa.
(8:11:57 AM) lisa: the two girls took a shower together to wash off the muck of the river, their mother washing out and combing their hair, plaiting it into to a braid for the each of them. they had their desert of chocolote ice cream, and went to bed in their matching bunk beds.
(8:12:01 AM) lisa: they dreamed of whales.
(8:12:03 AM) lisa: the end.
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