Mark Arbour

But are there really only two, and are these the guys?

April 8, 1802 Cape Palos, Spain “My lord, it is an hour before dawn,” Winkler said as he gently woke Granger up. Granger stretched out lazily until his keen senses detected that the motion of the ship was significantly increased from what it had been when he’d gone to sleep four hours ago. He all but jumped out of his cot and almost panicked, until Winkler calmly began handing him his clothes. As he put each new garment on, he forced himse

Actually, Ambien is a Z-drug, not a benzo.

February 25, 2006 Manhattan Beach, CA Travis “It sounds like you had an amazing game last night,” I said to Will. I was sitting on my top deck gazing out at the ocean, which was beautiful but boring. “I did. I’ll send you the Crimson’s article,” he said cheerfully. “What are you doing?” “Well, I was going to take the new board you got me and hit the surf, but the waves are dead today,” I said grumpily. “Did you check the We

February 20, 2006 Los Angeles, CA Will “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Marie as our limo slogged along in traffic on the Glendale freeway. We were heading to La Cañada Flintridge, the same place I’d visited the last time I was here. “I want to do this,” she said firmly. “It’s my gift to both you and Travis.” “That’s really nice of you, but I don’t want you to have to deal with the backlash of fame like I did at the Halloween Ball,” I said. “I

April 7, 1802 Cartagena, Spain Granger stood in front of the mirror, trying to get his mind to acclimate to his new uniform. He was wearing the dark blue full-dress coat of a capitán de navío, cut high at the collar and buttoned across the chest, the cuffs and collar richly worked in Spanish gold embroidery. There were no epaulettes, which Granger found surprising, because Britain had incorporated them into the Royal Navy uniform in 1795 in order to be more harmonized with

I did not know that. Fascinating.

February 18, 2006 Escorial Palo Alto, CA Travis I groaned as I woke up, then groaned again as my brain reminded me that I had a hangover. You’d think I’d learn my lesson and not get so fucking drunk that I felt like shit the next day. I noticed that Will was already up and gone which didn’t surprise me. He was living on Boston time now, so 10:00am was 1:00pm to him. It was frustrating as fuck that he didn’t seem to wear out in the evenings, despite getting up early.

Thanks Sean!

You can schedule postings already. When you hit “publish” instead of immediately you can pick a day and a time. I use this especially when I’m traveling.

People with ADD often self medicate and the two most popular drugs for that are cocaine and pot. We saw Travis doing coke the first time we met him. This is not new.

I think that your plans look fantastic. Thank you for sharing the survey results. This interactive fiction thing intrigues me. Is there a thread or discussion on that?

February 17, 2006 Tops Tavern Montrose, CA Travis “Come on, T, one more shot,” Kendo said, putting a shot in front of me. He’d been hanging out on the set the past couple of days because his indie film had ended. I wasn’t all that thrilled about having him around but I wasn’t really sure how to get rid of him without being rude. I kicked myself, thinking that this was the kind of shit that happened to me because I was such a nice guy. We’d gotten done a little early

I love when you all don’t know from where or when the storm is coming. I will grant you this one is a slower build. Singapore had the best seats and the only schedule to use them at that time.

February 2, 2006 Singapore Airlines Flight SQ12 An hour away from LAX Will I woke up slowly, and for a moment, I forgot I was on a plane. I stretched out, reveling in the comfortable bed that was wide, long, and perfectly flat. There were crisp linens surrounding me, cocooning me in this sleeping chamber. I sailed through the skies at Mach whatever, with no engine rumble, no turbulence; just the hush of a cabin designed to make trans-Pacific travel restorative instead of f