A new beginning in a rich tradition
Rule Number One in the Q Dimension: Every Thursday, everyone wears only the colour blue.
Roger woke up feeling rather peculiar. Now that is not entirely without precedent, for a peculiar man Roger certainly was, but it was just, today it was a different sort of peculiar. Kind of like the sort of peculiar one feels before one goes to Nana's house knowing full well that one is going to be the recipient of at least 7 Nana kisses and a large slice of dubious pie, and one isn't too stoked about either of those prospects.
It was just an ordinary Tuesday in Q Dimension, like any other, and Roger needed to be at work in 45 minutes. But the peculiar feeling left him wondering if going to work was a good idea. Was something momentous about to happen? If he went to work, would he miss it? Was Roger secretly the subject of a pending blognovel full of danger, adventure, and watermelon, and if he went to work for the day, would he miss out on this? Roger was rather fond of watermelon.
Roger decided to call in sick. Now Roger felt slightly wrong in doing this, because he wasn't technically sick in the medical sense of the word; as far as he knew "peculiar" hadn't quite made it into the ACME Book Of Medical Definions yet. But Roger sensed adventure. And watermelons. So he rang his boss (confusingly also called Roger) to let him know what was up.
"Roger here."
"Ah yes, hi Roger. It's Roger here. I feel peculiar, so I can't come to work today. I think the universe wants me to stay home so I can star in a blognovel. Hope that's ok."
"What the heck! What on earth are you talking about Roger! We need you here at work today! You're supposed to fly a spaceship-load of tourists out to the Third Galaxy at 0900 hours!"
"Well yeah, but I don't want to miss out on watermelons, you know."
"What on earth are you on about Roger!"
"Roger, I don't know. But I'm not coming in, so you'll just have to deal with it."
"Fine. But be back here tomorrow ok!"
"Ok, bye Roger. See you."
"Roger." (yes I went there)
"What."
"No, I was just acknowledging your statement by saying Roger. I am a flight controller after all."
"Oh. Roger?"
"What?"
"Now I'm confused. I was just acknowledging your acknowledgement."
"Right. Roger."
"Yeah?"
"S&$%!"
Roger hung up.
And the adventure.... BEGUN
*** Next Chapter
Roger woke up feeling rather peculiar. Now that is not entirely without precedent, for a peculiar man Roger certainly was, but it was just, today it was a different sort of peculiar. Kind of like the sort of peculiar one feels before one goes to Nana's house knowing full well that one is going to be the recipient of at least 7 Nana kisses and a large slice of dubious pie, and one isn't too stoked about either of those prospects.
It was just an ordinary Tuesday in Q Dimension, like any other, and Roger needed to be at work in 45 minutes. But the peculiar feeling left him wondering if going to work was a good idea. Was something momentous about to happen? If he went to work, would he miss it? Was Roger secretly the subject of a pending blognovel full of danger, adventure, and watermelon, and if he went to work for the day, would he miss out on this? Roger was rather fond of watermelon.
Roger decided to call in sick. Now Roger felt slightly wrong in doing this, because he wasn't technically sick in the medical sense of the word; as far as he knew "peculiar" hadn't quite made it into the ACME Book Of Medical Definions yet. But Roger sensed adventure. And watermelons. So he rang his boss (confusingly also called Roger) to let him know what was up.
"Roger here."
"Ah yes, hi Roger. It's Roger here. I feel peculiar, so I can't come to work today. I think the universe wants me to stay home so I can star in a blognovel. Hope that's ok."
"What the heck! What on earth are you talking about Roger! We need you here at work today! You're supposed to fly a spaceship-load of tourists out to the Third Galaxy at 0900 hours!"
"Well yeah, but I don't want to miss out on watermelons, you know."
"What on earth are you on about Roger!"
"Roger, I don't know. But I'm not coming in, so you'll just have to deal with it."
"Fine. But be back here tomorrow ok!"
"Ok, bye Roger. See you."
"Roger." (yes I went there)
"What."
"No, I was just acknowledging your statement by saying Roger. I am a flight controller after all."
"Oh. Roger?"
"What?"
"Now I'm confused. I was just acknowledging your acknowledgement."
"Right. Roger."
"Yeah?"
"S&$%!"
Roger hung up.
And the adventure.... BEGUN
*** Next Chapter
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