Greetings From Your Motor Cortex

“And if you’ll all come around this way, you can see a neural key to our subject,” she explained to the small crowd. “Obviously, we can all see why his skin appears to have that pink glow,” she went on, everyone marveling at the massive ball of energy that seemed encompassed in glass, secured by black pipes.

“But what is it, exactly?” asks a for-good-measure colored character, reflecting the author’s own uncertainty.

“We don’t really know, but it is rumored to hold unimaginable amounts of knowledge on what the internet was like before people had protection from hackers,” mused the guide, tapping her cane lightly on the device.

That was for the reverendmarley, because it’s Codewriter fiction (or to Japanese cyberpunks, Tobu). XD


Oh, Shitz0rz
Last weekend, my adult frog crawled up the filter and escaped while I was staying in Detroit. My mom found it, gray and unmoving, out in the kitchen by the cat’s dish, and “screamed loud enough to wake Christopher from a sound sleep”. They dumped it back in the tank; the lump of squishy, gray flesh and collected cat hair sunk to the bottom in such a way that Mom assumed meant death.

3 days later, and the frog appears to be fine aside from a few bruises. I have no idea how it managed to survive without any breaks or puncture wounds. Because the amphibian had collected so much gunk from the carpet, the tank had to be cleaned after I’d just done that the previous weekend. Two of the most important things I’ve learned about water frogs: 1. They will treat everything else in the tank like feeder fish (except the actual feeder fish in there right now, of course), and 2. They will escape unless they are locked down. A secure lid, 6 more gallons of drinking water… the mess is officially taken care of. God damn. This frog was supposed to be easy.

Gay Dan Grows Up
A lot has happened recently that I haven’t had time to record. Dan (my gay male escort) turned 21 when I wasn’t around to celebrate, but I presented him with some sandalwood-scented bath salts and planned on treating him, later. The opportunity came yesterday once he instant messaged me about a state of depression and faulty engine, so I took him to town and allowed him to scoop up some Reese’s Pieces for Wedding Crashers, one of Vince Vaughn’s best projects yet. In exchange for my generosity, I made him run out to the concession stand whenever my drink was gone. And he’s not really my gay male escort; I just said that because he hates it when I say that.


One of my best friends, Nick the Twin, has stopped by a few times for Subway and whatnot. It’s funny – we’ll be chatting from neighboring cities about one thing or another and then decide in 5 lines or less that one of us is moving from the computer chair to their car.

screen cap


This summer has been awesome. Satisfied with her short feed to cyberspace, she grabbed the static lever and closed the portal.


18 responses to “Greetings From Your Motor Cortex

    • Where are you? You aren’t online THAT I CAN SEE.

      Anyway – the rents went into town today with the vehicle and it went dead, in the middle of Main St. Dad is reasoning that it’s the battery (cursing outside right now, as a matter of fact!), and I really am not looking forward to paying for Caddy gas, otherwise. With *no way* that I can get away with stealing the Venture, I’m wondering if I might extend an invitation to you, instead? If not, we’ll have to wait until my ride is fixed.

      We’ve had some piss poor communication – let me know what time *I* can call.

      • In this house, my entire family fights for the comptuer. Mom will play Runescape ALL DAY if we don’t ask for a turn. I’ve learned just how annoying it is, being unable to get through, when I’m trying to contact her from out of town. Something must be done about that.

      • Well that didn’t work.

        I have an idea that you may say no to but hear me out. One of the reasons I was so excited about you coming down (on top of being stoked to see you, as always) was because I had someone to go to Irish Hills with, no one else wants to go. I was thinking that I could come up in the A.M. tomorrow and pick you up, bring you back down here where we’ll hang out for the day/night and on Friday we’ll go do the roadside stuff and then head back to Corunna to take you home.

        Like I said you may say no to this because it seems like a lot (and it sort of is) but it is an option.

        If you want me to just come up there I would more than likely arrive and leave tomorrow as my Father said if all else fails he would go to Irish Hills with me on Friday but I know he’ll be bored.

      • Lastly (before I clock in) next time I will be really able to talk on the phone is going to be after 10pm tonight. A buddy of mine is moving to Arizona tomorrow so we’re getting sushi after work, I should be done with that around 10 – 10:15pm.

        If you want me to I can give you a call then and we can chat. If you don’t think you’ll be around let me know what you think of my idea. I really want to see you no matter what, we just need to figure out what else we’re going to add to that.

      • More from me

        Sorry to keep bothering you, I just got this in my email though and thought I would share.

        If you feel like picking Autumn up on Thursday and bringing her back, do it. If you want I’ll fix dinner that evening. B.Q chicken, baked potatoes and corn on the cob. If I have time I’ll bake a cake.


        I am more than willing to come get you, think it over and let me know.

      • Re: More from me

        You can call at 10:45 if you want, I will be on the way home.

        I hope you don’t think that I am not wanting to hang out up there because if that is what you wanted I would be more than willing to come up there and spend the night, really doesn’t bother me. I was just thinking of a way we could do this stuff since it is going to be a bit of fun.

        Plus all the time we spend in the care we have to talk, lol, something we don’t get the chance to do anymore.

  1. codewriter fiction? tobu? i need research paper material!

    Codewriter fiction? Tobu? Either way, I love little fictional blurbs like that, way neat-o.

    It’s good to hear your frog survived. Sheesh, that’s scary stuff. At least it didn’t encounter a porcupine (graphic warning: dog’s face covered in quills) or anything :o

    Wow, Brad did a great job with that laptop. It sure looks purdy now. I dig it :D

    If the morning starts out just right, sometimes I feel like that ball of energy- endless potential… which usually collapses upon itself by lunch.

  2. Escort, smescort

    Call me an escort. After five years, I can deal with it. I had ALOT of fun that night you don’t even know how much it meant to me. Great movie. Great friend. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. It really lifted my spirits and made my week start off great:) Thank you SOOO SOOOO much for the movie.

    I will get you back when I am not filled with bills. So September sound good! lol luve you bwoopie:)

    -gay dan-

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