Change In Plan

Sick. Wife also sick. Skipping wedding so as not to make bride and groom and attendees sick. Worst November 1st ever.

As you were.

33 Comments on “Change In Plan”

  1. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, who should be writing

    Well, now I feel a bit better knowing I would not miss you since I also had to bail on Cat’s wedding. Sorry you’re ill. Feel better. Soup, rest, video games and bad TV are good for the soul and the cold.

  2. Romeo@3

    In John’s case, maybe. In Krissy’s, probably not.
    Notice Athena seems not to be included in the illness zone. Candy is not indicated as a causal or common infection point.

    The weather is unsettled and changeable this time of year. Ohio, more than most. I don’t know about all the rest of you, but my wife and children seem to get a one or two day malady when the temp and barometric pressure jump around like it has been the past few days. My house has inhabitants laying about in various levels of blah today while I’m tasked with the job of going out to the store for various comfort foods and medical infusions. I think the comfort foods are the real reason and the “got to have” medicines are just a blind.
    Still, I go, as that is in my “being the Dad” life time contract I was happy to sign.

    Get better soon guy’s. Stay as warm and comfy as possible.

  3. I knew you were a mensch. And the reason I know this is because A) you are a thoughtful considerate person who doesn’t want to share germs and B) you don’t trespass on your daughter’s hard-earned Halloween candy and tax it or claim it while you have the ability to get your own.

  4. Dude, you totally missed out! Don’t you know that the sooner/more people you infect, the quicker you get better? A wedding = perfect opportunity. Think of the Schadenfreude!

  5. oh man – serious bummer.

    If Kyle Cassidy is sick (or any Ohio Author he was visiting the past week), you know who to blame for the contagion.

  6. Heteromeles – Heteromeles is the genus of toyon, a shrub in the rose family that occurs from San Francisco south to Baja California. It is the "holly" of Hollywood fame
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    Too bad you’re sick. Oddly enough, we were at a wedding 10/31, and we’re getting married in about a month–and NOT on our first choice for day (the other days were already filled up).

    I think fall weddings are the new thing. Don’t tell anyone.

  7. Sorry to hear that, but I’m sure your by-now-married friends are grateful for your consideration.

    Is it better or worse when you’re both sick at the same time? (Assuming Krissy *is* staying home.) And how do you avoid spreading the germs to Athena: are you both wearing HazMat suits (or is she?)?

    If there is any upside at all to being unemployed, it is that I’m not exposed to nearly as many germs as I otherwise would be. However, I have to say, it’s not nearly as consoling as one would think.

    Hope Chez Scalzi fully recovers soon!

  8. On behalf of the other people of the world, thank you for your decision to refrain from being a disease vector. It’s the Right Thing to do.

    Best wishes for speedy recovery. Whatever you do, never, ever write lucid fever-dreams into febrile fiction. It only sounds like fun.

  9. So while Krissy and you are sick in bed, Athena gets to eat cereal for dinner, has total control of the TV remote, and chooses her own bedtime, right?

    And the downside to this is…?

  10. I would second the vodka nomination, but amend the proposal to include Nyquil. It is an excellent mixer as well. A ratio of about 1:1 is good. Do a couple shots with the wife, sleep. If still sick when you wake up, repeat the procedure.

  11. Being a solipsist, I believe you to be a highly entertaining creation of my mind. And, though I may be apologizing to myself, my profound apologies for unintentionally rendering you ill. I will spend some time visualizing you well.

    [thinks “get well”]

    I do feel a bit better. I think I’ll reflect on the pleasures of Oreos for a bit.

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