“I came back for my own purposes,” said the Time Traveler, looking around my booklined study. “I chose you to talk to because it was . . . convenient. And I don’t want you to do a goddamned thing. There’s nothing you can do. But relax . . . we’re not going to be talking about personal things. Such as, say, the year, day, and hour of your death. I don’t even know that sort of trivial information, although I could look it up quickly enough. You can release that white-knuckled grip you have on the edge of your desk.” I tried to relax. “What do you want to talk about?” I said. “The Century War,” said the Time Traveler. I blinked and tried to remember some history. “You mean the Hundred Year War? Fifteenth Century? Fourteenth? Sometime around there. Between . . . France and England? Henry V? Kenneth Branagh? Or was it . . .” “I mean the Century War with Islam,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “Your future. Everyone’s.” He was no longer smiling. Without asking, or offering to pour me any, he
I only wish we could save and share our results. I've found some charmingly surreal bits so far.
ReplyDeleteWell, for saving on a Windows PC, you can hit PrintScrn key, which copies the current screen, cursor and all, to the clipboard. Then you can open it in whatever (Photoshop, PC Paintbrush, etc.) and crop it to just be the comics.
ReplyDeleteThen you can post it to Flickr for free.
D'oh! I will have to try that. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteI'd managed to get an unsettlingly recursive one created that started with Garfield screaming "I must go back in time so this never happens!" that ended with him looking worried and thinking "Am I?". Perhaps I can recreate it. We shall see.
. . . I have way too much free time on my hands.
You could always write something...
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