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Monday, 25 August 2014

Chet's first encounter with Mrs Weintraub in Old Geezers 2

In harmony with Chet's terror, this is the woman who loathes Chet with a vengeance.

‘Where is Abraham?’ She asked coldly, swaying to a halt before the table they occupied, a clear ten feet from any other inhabitant. Neither was certain but both harboured the fear that she knew, or at least suspected what had happened to them just weeks previously. If she had any concrete proof there would be hell to pay.
‘Haven’t seen him, Mrs Weintraub.’ Amon croaked.
‘You’d better not be conspiring again.’ Vengeful contempt dripped from her every pore.
‘Us?’ Chet feigned innocence, which for a change was entirely true. ‘I expect he’s in his room playing with, his computer as usual.’
Glowering, she turned away, probably regretting her own house rules forbidding females of any description from entering male quarters. ‘I’ll be watching you.’ Her words left them in no doubt as to her desire in the matter of their suitably awful and clearly overdue fate.
‘Great breakfast today, Mrs Weintraub.’ Chet’s face was a picture of artlessness as she span to catch the slightest sign of a smirk. However, even though Chet was a loud mouthed bully when he could get away with, he was no fool. Defeated, she swept from the room, the temperature almost magically raising the instant the door oozed shut behind her.
‘She’s going to get us one day.’ Amon said simply. ‘Then she’s going to rip us apart with those ham arms of hers.’ His eyes glazed as he pictured the awful scene.

My last one ever, probably.

I finally did one more Terragen pic but this time only half of it is. The rest I did with GIMP. Which half, I won't tell you.

    We're coming to terms with Harley the Bengal's absence. My next door neighbour claims to have seen him a couple of days ago. Apparently another house or a possible girlfriend have more charm that us. Hmmph!!

Sunday, 24 August 2014

The only person of whom Chet is truly afraid.

Fighting mad scientists in inter-dimensional time shifts is just in a day's work for Chet the loudest and strongest of my Old Geezers. However, there is one person who truly terrifies him. We had a brief introduction in Old geezers One. She makes a couple of apperances in number two, but only to pave the way for her starring role in number three.

   Here she is at her most fearsome.

Amon tried not to cringe but failed as the faint murmur from the other residents in the bright cafeteria suddenly faded away. It could mean only one thing. As if an omen, the Chief Administrator of the establishment they were pleased to call home appeared, storming imperiously through the automatic doors almost before they'd finished wheezing open. Elderly guests of both sexes suddenly discovered new wells of energy and scattered before her like debris in a hurricane.
Mrs Weintraub had been to the hairdresser. Gone now was the eternal perm. Today her skull bore the iron sheen of a medieval knight’s helmet, the frightening effect of which matched her colossal size. At well over six feet tall, she did not require armour; her massive muscles alone would have repelled an attack from a small army and that was without a reinforced hairstyle. Chet wondered with amazed awe at just who'd plucked up the courage to do it to her; and further just what the grizzly penalty would have been if the hairdresser had screwed it up. He shook his head against the awful images of a man, or worse, some young woman being eviscerated. It didn’t bear thinking about. Amon resisted the urge to genuflect. He held no religious inclinations of any kind but merely the sight of her was enough to provoke barely subdued terror.

Thursday, 21 August 2014

My machine's given up the ghost.

For the first time since I began messing about with computers about 27 yrs ago (my first being an Oric which didn't work) I'm finally glad my machine is as old and ancient as me.

     Even though I vowed to stop messing about with that Terragen software, I downloaded the freebie of Terragen 2 which is a lot more sophisticated and able to do all the stuff Terragen 1 wouldn't do - except on my machine.

     It wouldn't even give me a partial render because my PC is so feeble, and I'm glad. I foresaw a long future of creating nonsense and ignoring the three books I've finished but not yet edited; and that's not including another the three in varying stages of finished-ness.

     So now I can go back to Old Geezers 2. I just completed an edit the other day, excising almost one thousand redundant words, only to replace them with three thousand more.

    Hopefully the dozen or so further edits will allow it to take shape. Geezers 3 is more than half way through and Kongomato 3 is going nicely.

   But not tonight. Harley, my daughter's Bengal cat has gone adrift. Dropping mangled rats at our back door aside, I do like the little rascal. I hope nothing has happened to him.

48 hrs later

Still no sign of poor Harley. I suppose I'll just have to come to terms with it. Daughter's distraught; wife is distraught because daughter's distraught and I'm in the middle. Apparently it's all my fault for not locking said feline in a shoe cupboard.