All the Mammals in the Same Room

Although just barely, since Ghlaghghee can be spotted as a dark mark to the left of Krissy, walking out the door (I, as the photographer, am present but not visible). This is actually a daily morning occurrence: I’m usually in my office in the morning, and then Krissy comes in to talk to me, and then everyone else trundles in to see what is all the rumpus. It’s nice to be able to account for everyone before they all go their separate ways, to work, school and outside to antagonize rodents. We’ll all get back together again in the evening to recount the day’s events. Wash, rinse, repeat. Not a bad life.

23 Comments on “All the Mammals in the Same Room”

  1. Dave H – I can see Canada from my house – Aging dad, electronics nerd, embedded software developer. (I'm the guy who makes your microwave blink 12:00.)
    Dave H

    Obviously photoshopped. If it was real Zeus would be on Daisy’s bed and Daisy would be on the floor.

  2. O Great Scalzi, what a great picture of Magnificent She Examining Her Minions.

    It would have been a better image if you had captured Her prior to exiting after morning inspection but given that we have become accustomed to your poor performance – whatever. Try harder next time.

    Some necessary corrections:

    1. The title should be “All the Minions in the Same Room For Inspection”.
    2. Her Most Glorious Shimmering Radiant Perfection is not a “dark spot”. The Beauteous Ghlaghghee is the Source of All Light.
    3. You being “…present, but not visible…” is exactly correct. That is what the Executive Committee demands. (Although we would be fine if you weren’t present, either.)

    The Official Ghlaghghee Fan Club

  3. 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 isn't going out like that!

    Very sweet. You’re a lucky guy.

  4. Lucky for me that your daughter is willing to explain obvious things to the simple, else I’d have gone the rest of my life thinking your cat’s name is one of those Gaelic words that I’d need three elbow joints in my tongue just to mispronounce.

    (For the similarly unaware: the name is spelled ‘Ghlaghghee’ and pronounced ‘Fluffy’.)

  5. You guys have a copy of Rock Band there? I see a drum throne there–and they only appeared in our house after Rock Band 1 showed up (and moved in and took over the basement).

  6. Neat! I never knew that about the Scalzi! Would you say you are a drummer then? (Not a claim I make for myself…I am not bad as a Rock Band drummer but I wouldn’t go so far as to say I am a drummer or that I can drum. OTOH, the RB Pro drum kit seems fairly darned “real”–4 pads, 3 cymbals, 1 bass peddle and support for a high-hat that I haven’t been brave enough to try…)

  7. @ Guess: One makes allowances for allergies, depending on the benefits derived from the source of the allergens. NEVER accuse Her Royal Shimmering Majestic Perfection of being a source of sniffle-us, esepcially in the presence of Chang =/= Chang.

  8. dompaul – I'm an editor at a small-town paper. And occasionally, I like to fool myself into thinking I'm a novelist.
    D.Paul

    I love that area rug. Tres cool.

    And you play drums? How have I never known this about you? May I ask what kind of set up you play? What cymbals, sticks and heads you prefer?

    You have seriously become even cooler than before, John.

  9. Somehow, that looks much more restful than my morning. Probably because only you, Krissy, and Athena can speak and at least two of you have the ability to inhibit your talking to listen to others. In my house, all three children are usually speaking at the same time while the dog jumps around – and each one of them want something different.

  10. Reading the title and viewing the picture, before reading the article, my only thought was “Aha! Scalzi finally admits he’s not a mammal and is really a Mongul Space Lizard!”

    I guess I’ll have to wait for his admission.

  11. Very cool. It looks like all the creatures in the pic (but especially the dog) are plugged into some kind of electronic circuit board for re-charging.

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