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[Locked - Friends Only] Today's Journey
Jul. 30th, 2008 11:25 pmOMG. Someone, presumably one of my analogues, has posted a book review. I was reading that book, too, before all this started, but I never got a chance to finish it. Should I be glad that in some dimension, somewhere, someone got to finish it?
*sigh*
( Well, I logged on to let you know what happened today, so that's what I'm going to do. )
*sigh*
( Well, I logged on to let you know what happened today, so that's what I'm going to do. )
Ugh. I woke up this morning with aches and pains in every joint. My neck is stiff and my head is all stuffy. Who knows what I've picked up. I just hope it's a regular cold virus, and not something exotic brought in from another dimension by one of the refugees.
( No real news )
So now I have to go to E* P***. I know this is all very abrupt, but whatever's going on, I'm beginning to suspect it has to do with, er, my first trip "away from home." Thank goodness my analogue here drives a Prius and the tank is almost full, so I don't have to worry, yet, about whether any of my credit or debit cards will work in this dimension. My Dad still lives there with my youngest brother, but I don't think it would be a good idea to involve them in this, so I'm planning on camping. I don't have a laptop, so my posts may be rather erratic, as I don't know how much time I'll have to stop by libraries.
( No real news )
So now I have to go to E* P***. I know this is all very abrupt, but whatever's going on, I'm beginning to suspect it has to do with, er, my first trip "away from home." Thank goodness my analogue here drives a Prius and the tank is almost full, so I don't have to worry, yet, about whether any of my credit or debit cards will work in this dimension. My Dad still lives there with my youngest brother, but I don't think it would be a good idea to involve them in this, so I'm planning on camping. I don't have a laptop, so my posts may be rather erratic, as I don't know how much time I'll have to stop by libraries.
I was practically staggering by the time I left the IRB yesterday. Standing around like that is grueling, especially when you're not used to being on your feet so much. Plus, I hadn't had anything to eat all day, except for some toast and a banana before I left the house.
( This time, at least I knew what to expect )
I'm too tired to even think, now. I'm going to shoot off a few emails and maybe make a phone call or two, then drop back in case any of you has any ideas. After that, I'm going to head straight to bed.
Update: I managed to get through to Karl this evening, thanks to Skype, since the only way to make interdimensional calls is online. He's been frantic. He was watching his movie in the family room, and I was in my study. He didn't even know I'd made a phone call. He got up during a commercial to tell me something and I was gone. Of course, the police wouldn't take his report for twenty-four hours. Then, once they understood who was missing, they got all weird on him and stopped being soothing and started being all snarky. At least he knows I'm all right, now.
( This time, at least I knew what to expect )
I'm too tired to even think, now. I'm going to shoot off a few emails and maybe make a phone call or two, then drop back in case any of you has any ideas. After that, I'm going to head straight to bed.
Update: I managed to get through to Karl this evening, thanks to Skype, since the only way to make interdimensional calls is online. He's been frantic. He was watching his movie in the family room, and I was in my study. He didn't even know I'd made a phone call. He got up during a commercial to tell me something and I was gone. Of course, the police wouldn't take his report for twenty-four hours. Then, once they understood who was missing, they got all weird on him and stopped being soothing and started being all snarky. At least he knows I'm all right, now.
Interdimensional Police Triage (IPT): "Hello. How may I help you?"
Me: "I’d like to report a missing dimension."
IPT: "When did you first notice the missing dimension?"
Me: "Last night. Around 9 p.m., or so."
IPT: "What was your first clue the dimension was missing?"
Me: "Movies. The movies in this dimension don’t match the movies in the one I grew up in."
IPT: "Please be more specific."
Me: "Well, in my dimension, the movie 'All the King’s Men' is about John F. Kennedy and the events leading up to his assassination. The title is a reference to his death. In this one, it’s about Huey Long."
IPT: "Your case has been filed. When we’ve determined your dimension of origin, you will be returned."
Me: "Wait a minute. I don’t know how long I’ve been away. What about my husband and my kids? I mean, I like it here. I reported the missing dimension because that’s what I’m supposed to do, not because I want to go back!"
IPT: "You know the rules. No unauthorized transdimensional migration. If you want to live in your current dimension, you’ll have to return to your dimension and file an application for temporary residency."
Me: "Wait a minute. I think I was just confused. I was probably thinking of 'All the President’s Men.'"
IPT: "In your current dimension, that movie is about the Watergate scandal during Nixon’s administration. Your attempt to deceive me will be noted in your file." Pauses. "Hmm. This isn’t the first time you’ve been found wandering in a dimension other than your dimension of origin. I see here that you were forcibly ejected from Faerie when you were twelve."
Me: "What? That’s in my file? I thought all the records for acts committed by minor children were destroyed when they obtained their majority."
IPT: "Not when they’re related to interdimensional travel. I’ve located your dimension of origin and transmigration will commence in fifteen seconds."
Me: "Wait! How long will it be once I file, before I can come back?"
IPT: "It varies. Generally, you can expect a ten year wait before your paperwork gets proc…"
Me: "I’d like to report a missing dimension."
IPT: "When did you first notice the missing dimension?"
Me: "Last night. Around 9 p.m., or so."
IPT: "What was your first clue the dimension was missing?"
Me: "Movies. The movies in this dimension don’t match the movies in the one I grew up in."
IPT: "Please be more specific."
Me: "Well, in my dimension, the movie 'All the King’s Men' is about John F. Kennedy and the events leading up to his assassination. The title is a reference to his death. In this one, it’s about Huey Long."
IPT: "Your case has been filed. When we’ve determined your dimension of origin, you will be returned."
Me: "Wait a minute. I don’t know how long I’ve been away. What about my husband and my kids? I mean, I like it here. I reported the missing dimension because that’s what I’m supposed to do, not because I want to go back!"
IPT: "You know the rules. No unauthorized transdimensional migration. If you want to live in your current dimension, you’ll have to return to your dimension and file an application for temporary residency."
Me: "Wait a minute. I think I was just confused. I was probably thinking of 'All the President’s Men.'"
IPT: "In your current dimension, that movie is about the Watergate scandal during Nixon’s administration. Your attempt to deceive me will be noted in your file." Pauses. "Hmm. This isn’t the first time you’ve been found wandering in a dimension other than your dimension of origin. I see here that you were forcibly ejected from Faerie when you were twelve."
Me: "What? That’s in my file? I thought all the records for acts committed by minor children were destroyed when they obtained their majority."
IPT: "Not when they’re related to interdimensional travel. I’ve located your dimension of origin and transmigration will commence in fifteen seconds."
Me: "Wait! How long will it be once I file, before I can come back?"
IPT: "It varies. Generally, you can expect a ten year wait before your paperwork gets proc…"
