World Cup: US vs Ghana in real time!

Four years ago I was sitting in a bar in Prague when the US team was eliminated from the World Cup by Ghana. It was a crappy game; Ghana scored early and spent the rest of the time lying on the grass. Not the sort of game that could endear futbol to the American masses.

This morning I was geeking away in my office when the neighbor turned on the World Cup. Loud. In Spanish. My neighbor is not a native Spanish speaker as far as I know. As long as I was listening to the game, I decided to watch it. It didn’t take long before I realized why the neighbor chose the Spanish channel. I’m sticking with the English-speaking commentators myself, however, for comedic value.

It’s halftime as I write this, and Ghana is winning. Will they spend the second half lying on the ground pretending to be hurt? We don’t know yet. I’ve heard tell that this tournament is much less baby-filled than the one four years ago. In a totally unrelated bit of news, Italy and France, the two teams that competed for the championship last time, have been eliminated.

I’m curious to see whether the Japanese team spends time lying on the ground crying like a babies. Macho cultures like Argentina have no shame on the field, but Japanese culture is all about shame, and the avoidance thereof. It wouldn’t surprise me if the Japanese played a hard-nosed sort of soccer that would be (somewhat) more pleasant to watch.

OK, the second half has started. I’ll keep a running commentary, updating this page as I make my insightful observations.

Minute 47 – big chance for the good guys, good block, followed by a period of the us team milling around the perimeter waiting for someone on the Ghana team to switch sides, or something.

49:01 – a collision! They both got up and kept playing! Incredible!

50:45 – is it me, or is this ref in the way more than most? He’s not favoring either side, I’d say, equally in the way for both.

50:05 – Ghana showing they know how to just take the damn shot. Our boys should learn from that.

53:40 – Nice chance for the US. That’s the kind of pressure they need.

54:40 – Oh, crap, now it’s one of our guys lying on the ground. “He landed awkwardly,” the announcer said. Yeah, right. Dempsey wanted a whistle.

56:20 – Another US ankle-grab-to-get-a-whistle play. The Ghana player scorned him. As he should have.

59:45 – Announcer: The USA have to score. It’s that kind of insight that justifies bringing in a Brit to help with the broadcast.

61:50 – GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! I was typing my last pithy comment and missed what caused the penalty kick, but the US collects.

64:25 – American announcer: He’s really stepped up his game. He’s approached it, he’s come up to… dammit, I don’t remember what he said. Let’s just say that the American guy is not going to be outdone by the Brit.

64:40 – Awesome work by the Ghana goalkeeper.

68:15 – get off the lawn!

74:00 – I’m too slow at typing to get the announcer’s stupid comments down before they say something else and I forget the first one. Right now they’re just chatting on about some player’s gloves.

74:50 – you know what makes a fascinating game? Two teams dicking around at midfield, showing no apparent desire to score. That’s what I like in a sporting contest.

75:50 – and as I typed that, a big chance for the US.

76:30 – get up, you wimp!

77:10 – oh, wait, he really is hurt. He came off and was replaced. I’d feel bad but let’s face it, I had a right to be skeptical.

78:30 – Oh, I love overdramatic announcers, too! Brit Announcer: Can the United States do it? Followed by more blahblahblah.

80:10 – Looked like a big chance for the US. I think the US guy was thinking too much about drawing a penalty and not enough about putting his boot on the ball. Almost scored anyway.

84:55 – You know what else is missing from this game? Endless offside traps by the US. They just did the first one of the half. Good riddance.

89:30 – Cleats to the chest brings a Ghana player down. Is he really hurt? His recovery was swift, I’ll say that.

91:00 – lame-ass yellow card against Ghana. FIFA should have a way to reverse calls like that; the guy will miss the next match because of it.

92:30 – US seems content to wait until the overtime period. Ghana on the attack!

93:30 – on a corner kick with no time left: “The US must defend this one well.” The Brit went on to explain that if they give up the winning goal with no time left they will lose. Really?

94 – Overtime! And the advertisers rejoice!

90:00 – It will be interesting to see if conditioning plays a role in overtime. The team with a little burst left in their legs will have a big advantage.

91:50 – the US goaltender kicks the ball to the Ghana goaltender. No one seemed interested in getting in the way.

94:40 – Ghana gets a breakaway goal! US defense caught napping and split down the middle. Trouble for the good guys.

95:25 – Brit: “this is where reputations are made. Some, broken. Ask the French and Italians.” American: “At some point you have to go and meet the parents.” (American quote may be inaccurate – they were coming too fast.)

96:45 – and Ghana is on the turf. The stretchers are out. Here we go.

98:05 – Brit: How many times can the US keep going to the well? Keep coming up with an answer? Keep digging up old clichés?

99:30 – Ghana on the turf again. This is what sport is all about.

100:34 – Ghana player goes down, ref not looking. He gets back up.

101:58 – Ghana dicking around more. Announcers saying the ref has to keep the game moving. Like that happens.

104:35 – US still not above a bit of turf work to try to draw a whistle.

105:35 – Announcers have gone into full “apologize for the US performance” mode. They’re conditioned to go 90 minutes. They’ve had to come from behind too many times. And so forth.

105:00 – American “If you see things happening, and you get there with your energy, you can really make good things happen.”

105:40 – Brit: “Forget the prep games, this is the real thing.”

106:20 – One guess who’s lying on the grass right now.

107:50 – US player manages to get into the penalty box before falling down, but only manages to draw a direct kick.

110:10 – Ghana player down for no apparent reason. US played on while they could. Here come the stretchers.

111:44 – still wasting time, Ghana player got up off the stretcher and seems ready to come back in.

112:30 – Ghana taking a full minute to sub a player. The clock ticks on. This is a serious flaw in the sport.

114:20 – It sounds like the British announcer doesn’t think it’s worth playing the rest of the game.

115:20 – Let’s see how long it takes for Ghana to get this kick in… about 30 seconds. I expected worse.

118:30 – I think the US players agree with the British announcer.

119:20 – US chance, then after the play a Ghana player sits down – he didn’t fall, mind you, and he wasn’t knocked over. He sat down. Where’s his teammate? The one who taunted the US player for going down. He’s got to straighten out his teammate! Happily he doesn’t get a whistle.

120:10 – an exciting moment as the US goalie tries to score.

And that’s all. Probably a better game than four years ago, but the same result. Perhaps, though, this game will do a slightly better job of selling soccer in the US than the World Cup did four years ago.

Both Ghana goals looked to me like defensive breakdowns by the US, but maybe that’s just the way soccer is. There were some long tedious parts that the announcers filled with blather, but maybe that’s the way announcers are. Now we return this blog to more interesting sports.

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This Month in Pinup Lifestyle

This month’s photo contest at Pinup Lifestyle includes an entry shot by yours truly once again.

Infinite photographers!


The theme this month is “In the Bathtub”, and we did a location shoot where there is a bathroom large enough to maneuver in. Happily, the bathroom was also very bright, giving me more latitude with shots than I’m used to having, without incurring ridiculous exposure times. Plentiful mirrors improved the light even more, but provided all sorts of challenges when it came to avoiding inadvertent self-portraits. Here’s one of my favorites from the shoot:

That is not the one entered in the contest, however! You’ll have to go visit the contest to see that one. Oh, and hey, while you’re there, go ahead and toss us a vote, why don’t you? There are lots of good entries, so take some time to look around and spend your other four votes. It seems like month-to-month the quality of the entries is steadily rising. I think the quality of my shots is steadily improving, too. Hooray!

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Pardon the Dust


A warning sign I saw between Calgary and Edmonton.

I’m putting in a new comment system that hopefully will answer a couple of annoyances. It may look wonky compared to everything else. I’ll probably just turn it on, see how things look, and turn it off again in a few hours once I know the effort it’s going to take to get it looking

Ground Control to Lincoln Marketing Team

I’ve noticed a couple of new ads for Lincoln automobiles lately. They’re pretty standard fare; cameras sweep over the body of the car, revealing design details that are somehow supposed to make this car better than Lexus or a Cadillac. Then there is the music. I’ve seen two different ads, with covers of two different songs. The first is Cat Power’s rendition of David Bowie’s classic “Major Tom”, the second is Shiny Toy Guns covering Peter Schilling’s “Major Tom (Coming Home)”.

While both songs have their uplifting moments, you have to wonder about associating your car with songs about a man being killed when his vehicle fails.

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Rite of Summer

First sunburn of the year

I was only out for a quick errand...

Yep, it’s my first automotive-related sunburn of the year! I made it almost halfway through June this year — not bad.

This Week’s Self-Portrait

This wasn’t intended to be a self-portrait; I was working on a shoot with Harlean Carpenter (who is a fiction) and realized after a series of shots that I was in the picture also. I like the image, though. It’s a picture of me taking a picture of Harlean.

Keep Away From Childten

Keep Away From Children

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Kicking off the Workshop in Style

I’ll be in Kansas for the first half of July, attending a writing workshop. Big fun! Apparently some of the big names in Science Fiction are bigger than I thought, as they have arranged to have a comet fly by to announce the beginning of the session. Way to go, Jim!

Astronomy Picture of the Day is my new favorite RSS feed. Almost never disappointing.

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Protektor

NOTE: This review is spoilier than most I write. It’s not much of a shock when I tell you that the good guys win, but spoilier than that is my discussion of the relationship between the main guy and the machine overlords. (For one, he would never use the word ‘overlord’. Ever.) Anyway…

A week or two ago I was with my sweetie and we dropped by her old office and visited her former coworkers. The subject of her growing ebay business came up, and my sweetie mentioned that she has been hitting the local thrift stores regularly, finding the good stuff, and selling it to people who live in places where they don’t have thrift stores of this magnitude. “It’s too bad there’s not a Salvation Army nearby,” she lamented.

Her friends were swift to correct her in this matter, telling her of a massive Salvation Army Depot not far away. An hour later (after a yummmy sandwich at Togo’s), we found the place, and an unscheduled shopping expedition was afoot with me in tow.

Now, I’m not shopping deadweight by any means, moaning and dragging my feet as we make our way around the store, but I knew that on this day the right place for me while the light of my life combed the cast-off fashions was in the book section. Happily, the book section was next to the comfy sofa section. Perfect. I perused the offerings on the shelves (not as good as I had hoped), but in those circumstances I was not looking for the best book to own, I was looking for something I could sit and read right then. I picked up Protektor, by Charles Platt, plunked myself down on a sofa and dug in. Distant future. Machines handle everything — people are left to eat, watch TV (super-duper TV plugged straight into their senses), and find new ways to have orgasms. It’s ok to do more with your life, but not necessary. Those with the talent and the drive to provide original TV shows and creative sexual opportunities can get fantastically wealthy.

People can live forever, unless something goes wrong. Not surprisingly, something is going wrong.

The test of the book’s mettle came later when it was time to leave the store. Back on the shelf or into the basket? Into the basket it went and Protektor had a new home.

The story takes place on a planet mostly occupied by mining machines, except for a tropical paradise island that has become an amalgam of Hollywood and Las Vegas. Movie stars mingling with hedonistic pleasure seekers. Only, things aren’t quite working as smoothly as they always have in the past. The machines that control everything are getting overloaded periodically. Air cars collide. A building falls over. People are getting killed. For-real killed with a side dish of pain and suffering.

Tom McCray has been called to the planet to investigate. He works for the machines, assisted by a super-robot specially designed to be able to hack into any system. Soon after he arrives, the mechanical mayhem is augmented by a series of murders. Evil is afoot, indeed.

McCray starts with a single assumption: That whatever is going wrong, the problem is rooted in people, not machines. Someone is deliberately sabotaging the system, and it’s his job to find them and undo the harm. The machines themselves are simply not capable of doing anything that would harm humanity. Not capable. It is his mantra, spoken without the faintest hint of irony. He believes.

Tom is a loner but he enlists the help of a local reporter, who is an attractive woman. (No surprise; everyone can be attractive if they want to be.) She also turns out to be one tough customer who got where she is through hard work and she’s not going to take shit from anyone, even if they do have a super-robot and are the only thing standing between her planet and the complete collapse of civilization. I liked her. Not surprisingly, so does Tom. Happily, that doesn’t get in the way of the story.

Other things do get in the way, however, like the occasional sidebars explaining how this world came to be. There is a side explanation of how it came to be that there is no such thing as privacy and why that doesn’t bother anyone. There’s another about how mankind ceded almost all governmental function to the machines, and another about the tiny minority who would rather work and die of old age so they can be independent of the computers. Eventually I got the idea and started skipping the backstory sidebars. I figured I could go back and read them if the story world interested me enough.

At the heart of this benign mechocracy is a set of ten rules that are programmed into the core of every machine, from doorbell to mainframe. It is those ten rules that make the entire system completely and unironically benign. I started to read the ten rules, which are way more complicated than the good ‘ol Three Laws of Robitics, but then I glazed over. I felt like I was reading a legal document. Computers can’t harm people, yadda yadda yadda, a bunch of stuff that looked like it was put in by a lawyer who had studied I, Robot for his dissertation. Not sure, there might have been some interesting bits wedged in there but I pretty much skipped over them, substituted Asimov, and all was well.

Aside from the asides, this turns into a pretty cool thriller/mystery, with millions of lives at stake, different factions with their own overlapping agendas that make the plot harder to figure out, and general world-descending-into-chaos yumminess. It’s told in the first person, which helps occasionally but more often harms the narrative, especially when our main man says “I knew that was fake, but I couldn’t say anything.” If you want to withhold information from the audience that the main character knows, at least don’t put us in a position where we hear his reasoning about everything else as he deduces it. It undermines the character’s voice to hide tidbits like that from us.

In the end, the good guys win. (I suppose that was technically a spoiler, but come on. The good guys win.) There are some surprises, some twists and turns, and after McCray gets around to telling us all his secrets we have a confrontation and the bad guys are apprehended. But there’s still work to do! The systems must be repaired! Our hero takes the criminal hacker mastermind up to his ship where they… write software.

I will grant that this is probably one of the most realistic parts of the story — the damage caused by a hacker is going to be fixed by one or more people writing code. But there’s a reason hacker-vs-hacker movies are unrealistic. Realistic is boring. “Code! Code like the wind!” It’s a bit of a letdown after the shootout. Lacking dramatic tension. Most of the programming scene, placed in the narrative where the climax generally occurs in a story like this, I skipped over, substituting in my head, “what with this and that, they fixed it.” And everything was fine.

(To be fair there is an interesting tidbit as the good guy and the guy who wrote the original virus prepare to release the antigen – a modified version of the original virus. The code for the virus was elegant and beautiful, while the new code, code that will be inserted into every doorbell and mainframe in the human universe, is rather an ugly hack. But it’s expedient. And that’s how our software matures.)

Everything was fine, and machines went back to being incapable of harming humanity — without any irony, without the other shoe dropping, without McCray getting egg on his face for believing in his mechanical masters so blindly. I’m trying to remember any stories since I, Robot in which technology (with the proper fundamental restraints) is so unequivocally good. Sure art and science have pretty much stagnated, but that’s a small price to pay for immortality and lives without want.

Does the boy get the girl? That, dear reader, you will have to find out for yourself.

Often when I get to this point in my ramblings about a book, it looks like I must have hated the thing. This story was for me like a three-bean salad where I didn’t like one of the kinds of bean. I enjoyed it for the most part, learned to avoid some of the yucky beans, and ultimately I was satisfied. The people act like people, the machines act almost but not quite like people, and there is one hell of a mess our boy has to resolve. If you see this book at your local thrift store, by all means drop the half-buck and let it entertain you for a few hours.

Note: if you use the above link to buy this book (or a Kindle, or a new car), I get a kickback.

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Google Calculator

Here’s a little trick I discovered by accident a while back: Go to Google, and put 250-(tan(4pi/6))^2 into the search field. Hey presto! It does the math. This came in handy yesterday as I was evaluating things like

E.x = Origin.x + sqrt(1/((rv2/rh4)(tan2θ) + 1/rv2)

To find the point on an ellipse where the tangent is at a given angle. My little calculator widget was not remotely up to the task.

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Cascading Style Sheets (CSS) and PHP

Often when dealing with Cascading Style sheets, or CSS, I find myself wishing that the CSS mechanism included variables. This is especially true when dealing with colors, since you want the same color applied to lots of different things. It can be a real pain to go back through an old style sheet and find the code for the color you want. I was quietly surprised that no one making up how CSS worked had addressed something like this.

Then, a while back I was giving a buddy of mine a few exercises to introduce him to the exciting world of Web programming, touching on CSS, HTML, PHP and MySQL. I gave him pretty much no guidance; I just thought up plans that would introduce him to the concepts and gave him a list of my favorite references. (I’ll be posting those exercises here in the nearish future.)

Anyway, without me to tell him how to do things, he went and dug around and one of the first style sheets he sent me for evaluation had a .php extension rather than .css.

Bingo! Once you see it in action, it’s obvious. PHP can be used to generate CSS files just as easily as it can be used to generate HTML files. Now my style sheets can change based on external conditions or can simply define a set of colors that all the style definitions share. Why did it take me so long to figure this out? It seems like this technique should be a lot more common than it is.

Here’s a quick code snippet for those who want to try it for themselves:

<?php
	header('Content-Type: text/css');
 
	$header_back_color = '#dddddd';
?>
 
#corner_table th {
	background-color:<?php echo $header_back_color ?>;
	text-align: center;
}

A couple of notes: the <?php MUST be the very first thing in the file. No empty lines, no spaces. The reason is that the next line, with the header() function, has to be called before the server sends any page content. (Once the server starts sending content back to the browser, it’s too late to be fiddling with the headers. Any whitespace outside the <?php tag will be considered content.) The header line is necessary because you need to tell your browser that what you are sending really is a css file.

In the <head> of the html file, you call the style sheet just like normal, but of course the file you fetch will have a php extension:

<link rel="stylesheet"
      href="http://yourdomain.com/css-tables.php"
      type="text/css"
      media="screen" />

That’s all there is to it. Why have I not done this with every css file?

Self-Portrait Friday!

It’s been a while since I’ve turned the camera on myself, but today I joined Pinup Lifestyle and was looking for a good photo to put up for my profile. I call myself a photographer over there, so I wanted the picture to be a good one. I used one of my old favorites from long ago, but that got me to thinking about some other things to experiment with.

Tonight I closed myself in a dark room with my camera (on tripod, set to ‘bulb’), remote shutter release (operated with my toes), and a pair of flashlights. My goal was to open the shutter, shine a light on one side of my face with one expression, then shine a light on the other side of my face with a different expression.

I was not entirely successful.

a flashlight, a dark room, and a long exposure

a flashlight, a dark room, and a long exposure

This is an early attempt using one flashlight. I just couldn’t keep still enough while also dealing with the lighting. When I went to two flashlights things got better, but getting the two sides of my face exposed equally proved impossible.

 

direct hit with one of the flashlights, then my toe slipped off the shutter release

Sometimes when things go wrong, however, they can come out all right. My toe slipped off the shutter release on this one, before I got to the second flashlight. After this shot I realized that I was overexposing where the flashlights hit and I cranked the aperture way down. Things got better after that.

 

two flashlights in a dark room

a decent shot, but with the same expression on both sides

This was a test shot while I was adjusting the aperture. It came out pretty cool, if you ask me.

 

Jerry Seeger self-portrait

finally held still enough, but didn't get enough light on the frowny side

Given infinite time and infinite patience, I think I would have got the shot. I had neither, however, and when I began to like my test shots more than the actual attempts I decided I’d done enough. Sometimes an experiment doesn’t yield the results you expect, but that doesn’t mean the results aren’t interesting.

 

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This Might Be Fun

I’ve written quite a bit about my participation in the Cyberspace Open, and Long ago fuego and I were winners at the Duke City Shootout. Here’s a contest that combines the two: The 48-Hour film Project. You are given prompt, a prop, and a couple of other constraints, and in the next 48 hours you write, produce, and edit your entry.

I think I have the right group of friends to do this. It’s a bit pricey to enter, but the biggest problem would be getting us all to the right place at the right time. San Jose’s in August. Anyone want to come play?

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The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove

One axiom I use when evaluating fiction is that the author is allowed one Big Coincidence in a story. It’s that one unlikely event that turns a mundane situation into something worth writing about. In The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove by Christopher Moore, the coincidence is that the Old Bluesman who comes into town just happens to have a history with the sea monster that can alter people’s brain chemistry (and make them randy as bunnies in the springtime) which comes ashore just as the town shrink switches everyone from their antidepressants to placebos in response to the death of a patient while…

You get the idea.

There is, happily, an exception to the one-big-coincidence rule, and that’s farce. Farce is not as easy as it looks; you can’t just throw some new bizarre thing at the reader every time you lose momentum. Ultimately things have to hang together, to make sense in the farcical context, and come to a satisfying resolution. Characters still have to grow and change organically. Lust Lizard pulls off the farce in style.

The sea monster’s bunny-in-springtime effect begins to take hold before he even reaches shore, and unlikely pairings ensue. Alas, Steve the sea monster is not so fortunate in love. After an less-than-successful romantic entanglement with a gasoline tanker, the sea monster disguises himself as a trailer in a trailer park, where he is named Steve by the unstable b-movie actress who lives next door (and still works out with her big sword while dressed in her barbarian outfit).

Steve’s not a bad guy, really. Just hungry and lonely. And it’s not as if anyone liked the paperboy anyway…

Naturally the onus for figuring out what’s going on and doing something about it falls on the local law enforcement. That would be Theo. Theo is stoned most of the time, grows his own weed, and follows orders from the department in the big city. Those orders don’t always make sense from a law-enforcement standpoint, but Theo knows a good gig when he sees one. Only problem is, he’s on his own this time.

Throw in a colorful cast of side characters and this coastal California town is primed and ready for wacky hijinks. And hijinks there are aplenty. This book has its serious moments but even they shimmer with a surreal glaze, then off we go romping through the bizarroverse again. It’s a fun read that never loses its momentum.

I wonder, with books like this, which came first, the story or the title?

Note: if you use the above link to buy this book (or a Kindle, or a new car), I get a kickback.

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Round Two: My Fake Entry

As I thought about this prompt, I thought of the scene in the the classic movie Get Crazy, when Reggie Wanker emerges from a dressing room filled with naked women only to discover that the girlfriend he’s been ignoring (and who saw him in the room filled with naked women) is now with another guy. Said Reggie: “Betrayed! Turn your back for half a second and they stick a knife in it right up t’hilt.” As he goes back on stage (this has all occurred during a drum solo) he says. “I’ve finally found the meaning of the bleedin’ blues. Ol’ Reggie can take the pain… but can they?

Classic stuff. Malcolm McDowell makes a great Mick Jagger.

Anyway, I pondered for a while about what to do for my scene, but because I didn’t want to work too hard at it, I borrowed characters from a story I’ve already been fiddling with, called The Quest for the Important Thing to Defeat the Evil Guy. Tatra is a new addition, and hey, what high fantasy story can’t be improved with a smart-mouth goth chick? Once again I’m heavy on dialog without much physical action.

EXT. FOREST - NIGHT
Tatra (17, Goth - black hair and nails, black dress with metallic accessories) is staring into the campfire flames. She has a blanket wrapped over her shoulders. Nearby she can hear Bixby snoring gently. The rest of the party are arrayed on the ground, all asleep.
Kitty jumps up into Tatra's lap, purring softly.
TATRA
Hello, Kitty.
Kitty settles into her lap, and Tatra strokes her fur gently. Kitty's purring intensifies.
TATRA (CONT'D)
So pretty...
Tatra's fingers stop at the base of Kitty's skull.
TATRA (CONT'D)
I could snap your neck in half a heartbeat.
The purring stops. Kitty looks up at Tatra in surprise.
TATRA (CONT'D)
Can you talk like that?
Kitty shakes her head but doesn't try to escape.
TATRA (CONT'D)
I should probably just kill you.
Kitty tenses, and Tatra tightens her grip. They freeze that way for a few heartbeats, then Tatra relaxes slightly.
TATRA (CONT'D)
If I let you go, will you kill me?
Kitty shakes her head no.
TATRA (CONT'D)
Can I trust you?
Kitty shakes her head no again. Tatra smiles. She releases Kitty's neck. Kitty jumps down from her lap. Space distorts and standing before Tatra is a woman, slender and lithe, with long black hair poorly protecting her modesty.
They both look around nervously to make sure the others are sleeping.
KITTY
Crap it's cold.
TATRA
Where the hell are your clothes?
KITTY
Which do you think looks better on a cat, an evening gown or a tutu? Of course I'm naked.
Tatra tosses her the blanket.
TATRA
Put this on. You're grossing me out.
Kitty takes the blanket but hesitates before putting it on, posing, smiling at Tatra's jealousy-fueled discomfort.
KITTY
There's still time for you. You might still develop a body like this one.
TATRA
Oh, goody. Then I can be a slut, too.
Kitty wraps the blanket around herself and stares down at Tatra.
KITTY
Be careful, Tatra.
TATRA
If I was careful I would have killed you already.
Kitty hesitates, then sits on the log next to Tatra.
KITTY
I guess I deserved that. So, what is it you want?
TATRA
What's your real name?
KITTY
Dacia.
TATRA
Who do you work for?
KITTY
What do you mean?
TATRA
What the hell do you think I mean? Who do you work for?
KITTY
I work... for The Master.
Tatra stifles a laugh.
TATRA
Who?
KITTY
The Master. Surely you've heard...
Tatra's face is blank.
KITTY (CONT'D)
How can you be here, now, with us, and never have heard of The Master?
TATRA
The Master? That's the best he could come up with? Oooo... The Maaaaaaster! Scary!
Kitty looks around in alarm.
KITTY
Quiet! You'll wake someone up.
TATRA
Or what? You'll tell the master on me? Oh, no!
She makes her eyes round with mock alarm and puts her hands to her cheeks, then starts to laugh - but quietly.
TATRA (CONT'D)
What are you doing here?
KITTY
The Master—
Tatra snorts.
KITTY (CONT'D)
My people have a great interest in the outcome of your quest. There are prophecies.
That gets Tatra's interest.
TATRA
No kidding? Like what?
KITTY
For instance, in the great tome "Insane Ravings of Hu'upman and other Vague Pronouncements", it says that if the elf marries John the Smith, then The — my master's designs will be thwarted.
Tatra looks stricken. She speaks past a lump in her throat.
TATRA
Lada and John...?
KITTY
IF, my dear. I would prefer that not to happen.
Tatra stares at the ground.
TATRA
I would prefer that not to happen, too.
Kitty sighs and pats Tatra's knee.
KITTY
You like him.
TATRA
He doesn't even know I exist.
Kitty begins to say one thing, stops, then says another.
KITTY
No, I don't think he's capable of seeing anyone not of royal birth.
TATRA
Like Princess big-boobie bitch-face? Ugh! I just want to strangle her sometimes.
Tatra looks around now, alarmed by her own outburst. Kitty smiles and moves closer to Tatra on the log. She puts her arm around the girl.
KITTY
I agree. What would you say if Princess Skoda ended up with your friend Bixby instead?
Tatra puts her hands around her throat and makes a gagging noise.
KITTY (CONT'D)
He might become prince...
TATRA
He'd be better off with Elf-Lady.
Kitty smiles. Her teeth are white and even, her eyes gleam in the firelight.
KITTY
Then we are in complete agreement. Lada must not mate with John the Smith.
TATRA
Ewww. Thanks for that image.
KITTY
Tell me, why did you not kill me?
TATRA
Because... because I think you want Bixby to live. And I thought maybe you could help me. You know, with magic.
KITTY
Help you what?
Tatra turns away, suddenly shy.
TATRA
You know.
KITTY
Will you help me in return? When we find the Important Thing?
TATRA
Sure.
KITTY
"Sure?" That's all? You're OK with allowing The Master to plunge the world into darkness and despair?
TATRA
Pf. Welcome to my world, cat-lady.

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