{"id":8616,"date":"2012-04-15T22:46:03","date_gmt":"2012-04-16T02:46:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=8616"},"modified":"2012-04-15T22:46:03","modified_gmt":"2012-04-16T02:46:03","slug":"cabin-fever-dream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=8616","title":{"rendered":"Cabin fever dream"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/81595350@N00\/7082463091\/in\/photostream\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7098\/7082463091_3f653cee48.jpg\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m off tomorrow. Yay! It&#8217;s for a pair of doctor appointments, though. Less yay.<\/p>\n<p>Today, I did the Sunday crossword, though I&#8217;m <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/#!\/unrealfred\/status\/191530897185587200\">already on record<\/a> as having not enjoyed it much. I read some more <i>Kaleidotrope<\/i> submissions, again out on the back deck. (It was hot enough we took the covers off the air conditioners today, though not <i>quite<\/i> hot enough to switch the units on.) I watched an episode of <i>Fringe<\/i> from two weeks ago. And I went to see <a href=\"http:\/\/www.imdb.com\/title\/tt1259521\/\">The Cabin in the Woods<\/a>, which I thought was great&#8230;but <i>really<\/i> difficult to talk about without spoilers. (Honestly, even saying it&#8217;s meta-horror feels like I&#8217;m maybe saying too much.)<\/p>\n<p>And beyond that, my weekly writing group started up again. I wrote this:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8220;Cyanide is an unholy weapon,&#8221; said Father Franklin, eying the boy who had been brought before him. &#8220;Only a coward resorts to the ungodliness of poisons, Horace.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I just thought &#8212; &#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Clearly you did not. Or your intended would be dead by now, don&#8217;t you think? You bring shame upon yourself with such an attack, young man. Even if you had succeeded, there would be no honor in your actions.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But cyanide isn&#8217;t on the codex of forbidden &#8212; &#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;And what would a young initiate like yourself be doing reading the forbidden codex? Didn&#8217;t your teacher &#8212; remind me, boy, who is your weaponmaster?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Brother Andrews,&#8221; the young Horace said.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Did Brother Andrews not train you in the art of the weapons that God expects you to use? Were you not given a holy blade upon elevation from first year?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I was, Father. But &#8212; &#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;And yet you choose not to use this weapon, which God Himself has put in your hand. You sully yourself &#8212; your teachings and this entire school &#8212; by taking such a cowardly route. And worse, you failed.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But I &#8212; &#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;&#8216;A blade may find its mark a thousandfold, while but a drop of water may dilute the most venomous bite.&#8217; Do I need to quote scripture to you?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No, sir.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Then explain it to me, Horace. Explain why I have been disturbed from evening prayers to learn that not only have you failed in your weaponmaster&#8217;s assignment, but you have failed because you tried to poison the man you were assigned to kill.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But he wasn&#8217;t a man, Father. Not really. It &#8212; it wasn&#8217;t fair. Brother Andres couldn&#8217;t have expected me &#8212; &#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Robert Andrews is a proven member of his guild and has served this school well for twenty years. He would not send a second-year initiate after someone he felt you could not &#8212; &#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But this man, Father. The target. <i>He<\/i> was an initiate. I mean&#8230;or he had been. That&#8217;s why he was on the list. But I&#8230;I don&#8217;t know, Father. I think maybe Brother Andrews <i>wanted<\/i> me to fail.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;He &#8212; ? Are you accusing the Brother of some kind of wrongdoing, Horace?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8230;no, Father. It&#8217;s just&#8230; &#8216;Know your intended,&#8217; right? Know the man you would kill like you know your own shadow, like you know your own life. That&#8217;s in the later gospels, isn&#8217;t it?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;A rough and butchered translation of St. Marcellus, but yes.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, I studied, Father. I researched, and I followed, and I learned all I could. And the thing is, Father, I think the target <i>knew<\/i> I was doing this. Like I said, I think <i>he<\/i> was an initiate. An assassin. It was hard to find, but in the archives &#8212; &#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Father Franklin held up a hand.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Enough. You know as well as any student here that the archives are restricted. Whatever you think you might have discovered there&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The target&#8217;s name, Father. That&#8217;s what I discovered.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;And what name could have forced your hand in such a disgraceful act? What name sent you looking for poisons in the locked armory? What name made you break your covenant with God?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Robert Andrews,&#8221; said Horace. &#8220;The man I was sent to kill. His real name, Father&#8230;his real name was Robert Andrews.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I&#8217;m not really sure where it was going, since I was figuring that out as I went along, but I had some fun with it.<\/p>\n<p>And with Sunday overall.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m off tomorrow. Yay! It&#8217;s for a pair of doctor appointments, though. Less yay. Today, I did the Sunday crossword, though I&#8217;m already on record as having not enjoyed it much. I read some more Kaleidotrope submissions, again out on the back deck. (It was hot enough we took the covers off the air conditioners &#8230; <a class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=8616\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[14,28,17,12],"class_list":["post-8616","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","tag-movies","tag-personal","tag-tv","tag-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8616"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8616"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8616\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8616"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8616"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8616"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}