This is not the holy water/hypothetical corn dog scene, but I amuse me and I'm getting a little punchy. I've realized that if I hit 50k today, then I'll make goal in exactly two weeks. I'm goin' for it.
In the meantime, I crack me up.
Rachel is in the car with Ethan, Fascist Asshole but basically a good guy for all that. He hit the vampire with handfuls of black goop he was pulling from thin air, and Rachel, intrigued, has to ask about it.
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I looked over at him. “What was that, anyway? I’ve never seen anything like that stuff you were throwing.”
He scratched at his chin and the whiskers that had grown during the day. “It’s … it’s isn’t. It’s not.”
“Oh. What?”
“It’s the stuff between spaces,” he tried to clarify. “It’s like… Ok, they say that only so much of the universe is solid matter. Most of the universe is actually empty space, the space between molecules. It’s not stuff, it’s not-stuff. That’s the spell, sifting out the not and then throwing it. And when not-stuff hits stuff…” He shrugged.
I stared at him. “Ok, so that actually makes science books weep.”
“I’m sorry, did you or did you not work a spell that sent your consciousness into the past where you tangled with a vampire who left a psychic link in your mind a day into his future?”
“Yes,” I said guiltily.
“Then shut up.”
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Ah, humor. You make it worthwhile.
Back to work.
