{"id":11423,"date":"2014-08-03T20:24:53","date_gmt":"2014-08-04T00:24:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=11423"},"modified":"2014-08-03T20:26:57","modified_gmt":"2014-08-04T00:26:57","slug":"sunday-65","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=11423","title":{"rendered":"Sunday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/81595350@N00\/14577062788\" title=\"IMG_0484 by unrealfred, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/farm4.staticflickr.com\/3877\/14577062788_b576f2a7fa_c.jpg\" width=\"800\" height=\"600\" alt=\"IMG_0484\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I was planning on giving blood this morning, before my afternoon writing group. I was just a little worried I might oversleep a little.<\/p>\n<p>The dog made sure I didn&#8217;t do that.<\/p>\n<p>At least I managed to give blood. There was a sizable crowd, too, at the blood drive, which is nice to see when it happens.<\/p>\n<p>This afternoon, after the writing, we went to see <i>Guardians of the Galaxy<\/i>, which I thought was a lot of fun. And I got to tell myself the popcorn I bought was just to help replenish me after my earlier blood donation. That and the cookie earlier. I do what I can.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, it wasn&#8217;t all barking dogs, big needles, and talking raccoons. I also wrote this as part of our free-writing:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell the demon,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d the blonde-haired super-heroine said. Her short red cape flapped menacingly in the wind.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll tell the demon anything I want, my dear,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d said Professor von Evel. He leveled his home-built death ray at her aggravatingly perky head. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re hardly in a position to be making demands.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m just trying to save us both some grief.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Even floating a hundred stories above the city streets, Kalindra, the last daughter of Mars, was nothing if not cheerful. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going to double-cross you, you know. If you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d been a little less focused on trying to rule the world, you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d have seen that what the demon wants is to destroy it.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a lot of talk for a girl without a death ray,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d von Evel sneered.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fine.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kalindra sighed, swooping down to land on the rooftop. She seemed unfazed by the mad professor\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gun. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Give him a call. Tell him the museum heist went great, you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve found the last component, and the machine\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s almost ready.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She sat down on the edge of the roof, tucking the end of the cape beneath her, and looked down at the street with a stifled yawn. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve still got him on speed-dial, haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>Von Evel stared. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The demon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s powers are nothing to be trifled with, my dear,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The Beast <i>will<\/i> honor our bargain.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sure, sure,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kalindra said, examining her nails. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Real stand-up guy&#8230;the Beast of the Unspeakable Depths. You go right ahead and tell him anything you want. I mean, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just <i>one<\/i> of the ancient demon guild\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gemstones, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s &#8212; \u00e2\u20ac\u0153 von Evel said. He could feel the weight of the unholy sapphire where he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d stashed it in his pocket. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well yes, but &#8212; \u00e2\u20ac\u0153<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Remind me, what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s that thing called again? You know, in the ancient texts?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>Von Evel lowered his death ray. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Betrayal\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Reward,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Right,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kalindra said. She stood up, taking the death ray and crushing it to dust it her fist. She clapped a comforting hand on the would-be super-villain\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey, don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t beat yourself up, guy. You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re not the first evil genius the demon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s taken advantage of. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Wanna get some coffee?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>And that &#8212; plus, admittedly, a short nap after lunch &#8212; has been my Sunday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was planning on giving blood this morning, before my afternoon writing group. I was just a little worried I might oversleep a little. The dog made sure I didn&#8217;t do that. At least I managed to give blood. 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