Topher Lydon

Hugo's going to watch EVERY single one with a vacant look on his face and a dreamy expression in his eyes. And we all know Stoker's going to do his damnedest to make sure Hugo does.

That's really interesting. And given... things at a time that we won't discuss here at this time... rather troubling.

exactly, I was trying to follow the Bhuddist Aggregates which present knowledge as being the ideal. I *still* haven't reached the final two Aggregates yet, things in Book 2 take a long Themla and Louise style jaunt cross country and off a cliff... Stoker and my damn plots... Just... ball of chaos man, total utter... ball of chaos.

Had to make sure that Matter had its limitation as clear as Idea has its. Self has his own as well. Primordial powers that are dangerous if not used right, or tempered.

I mean, even before Alec accepted his aggregate, my money would still have been on him

I'm up... awake, yes... awake is a state that a person is in... I need coffee... and I just realized I published this one really early and it's 2:30 am... ok I think I need to go back to bed... and fall down. I thought I was running late :: goofy grin:: I haven't had this happen since High School...

Washington D.C. – November 24th 1953 The plan was audacious, and Hoover, aware of exactly who and what Wojciech was, had executed it with ruthless precision. He wasn't going to storm the White House, but the moment the boys stepped out of the protective confines of the Executive Mansion, they were his. The Smithsonian's vast, echoing halls were a world of wonder. The pale, winter sunlight, filtered through the immense windows of the rotunda, fell in d

yes, 21 chapters... :: pats the book :: It's a nice... um... good... um... its a... um... It's A book, yes.

You're allowed on tinsy, vague statement a week

Certainly a few Strawmen

Since this isn't a spolier, it's already in the text: Go back and see what Dottie said about them when she gave Hugo the Black Visa card.

Very good question. One that will be touched on in Book Two. But as you have probably seen in chapter 28, she does indeed go to the future, and kicks starts the Computer age with a Macbook. I look at it as "POTENTIALLY" she needs to start building something, and this is the era she can do it. Giant Killer robots don't just build themselves... ooo ooooooooooooooooo idea.... ::pen clutched in hand furious note taking::

Oh Hugo was amazing, BRAVE so willing to step out of himself to find out. I've had a couple of boyfriends who fit the Hugo type. Kyle who will come in these stories, he's about three years away from this point. And Kyle is another big one, but I have to stay focused, Wil was a large part of my life for a very long time, but ... yeah, you guys will see. Oh Gods I have to do Little Danny... and Ben.. Benji... ack... so many <.< *ahem* I have had a run of extremely good people in my life, I've dated and married some absolute EVIL little buggers... but generally my ex's are a wholesome lot. Mister Fuji texts me every other day, he's AN AWESOME bundle of genuine sweet little old man (note we're ALL OLD NOW but young when we met) Stuart, who I never quite got there with... then there were the warriors, the ones who went to F-ing war for me, like Mikhail, gotta love Russian Police officers... well... the nice ones... who aren't evil... just fierce and ... well... damn... First guy I slept with who wore a gun everywhere... mmmmmmmmmmmm tough, strong and.... oh dear going to stop now. Talking too much and @Jeff Burton will skin me alive.

Well you lot are going to have to excuse events falling out of order a little, because to do that, might require me to shuffle things. You see this is Late Spring '98, I met Wil on Feb. 27th. So there are things that happened in between, but if you want me to, and are ok with things referenced as flash backs, then I can do that. Poor Hal... and Jon the artist... wait... no... not Poor Jon, screw Jon, he was a jerk Dumped me on Feb 14th of that year... jerk. Jon is awesome but... screw Jon, he can become a footnote, less than one... an off camera reference of Jerky-jerkdom with Jerk Frosting... and... nope no issues there... don't know what you mean I am well adjusted. Huh, wait... yep Hal was after ok that one's fine... just... yeah Jon - Screw Jon... I love Jon, he's a great guy and a friend. But you know... still a jerk.

Yeah, this was really late Spring. And man did it rain that year, we're talking swimming around levels of rain. And not having a jacket... or much of anything at that moment, I was always wet, like swamp rat wet.

Hugo was the definition of A-dork-able. Like waaaay out of my league hot, and yet he became the biggest dweeb when he tried to impress me. I can still see his face around those Muffins. I swear he must have practiced that speech in the mirror or something...

Always there for you buddy.

Gavin f-ing Rossdale... damn a whole legion of 90's teenage gay boys owe their awakening to this man.

Jimmy was born in England, Jimmy moved to Canada, graduated and went to University in 96, 97-98 were the Eastbourne Tales you read. This is spring of 98. He crashed out from University over a year and a half which is what ET covers. He returned to Halifax for about a day. Spent a day on the train over night. This is literally a week or so after he arrived. He has not, at this point, ever spent beyond a single day and a single date in London... which was November of 97 and a story I haven't mentioned. Probably won't do that one, to be honest that one wouldn't be much fun it's... right in the middle of the trauma and we've been through what Jimmy went through in that time frame, we don't need that... I don't need that again. Spring term 98 is coming to an end, summer is beginning. Jimmy is hovering at the 18 mark, his 19th Birthday is coming and... well... the monumental day that was of everything being flipped upside down. There is some blurring of dates for narrative effect and story flow, it can't be helped, real life rarely fits neatly into a story box. So Forgive the slip ups. As for Hugo, he was twenty when I met him. So Older than me.

story of my life, I hear you. Don't though. Your instincts are right here. This is perfect as is. You have a rare talent and a real eye. Whatever you write, I will read. Deal?

There’s that point when things stop being a game, a line where, if you cross it, things become real. Standing there in their shirt sleeves and trousers, barefoot on the rug in the middle of Hugo’s apartment, things were suddenly very real for Jimmy. The lame jokes, the nerves, the tender kissing—it all seemed to come to a quiet halt as they held on to each other in the wee hours of the morning, music playing in the background on a way-too-expensive Bose stereo. Fingers tracing over the

Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes

And somehow managed to brain myself with a Lettuce today... Yep that's my day... :: rubs forehead :: I give up trying to function as a human being, and will go back to being a keyboard monkey.

Reed is a good character, an antagonist in this book who is absolutely right in every action he takes. It's rare to get that kind of opportunity to write such a character. It's like Tommy Lee Jones in the Fugitive. Doing what has to be done.

I know... I know... I hope they don't lynch me...