Another trippy thing that happened the other night was running into this guy. Nope, he’s not real. He’s a statue. Horrible shot, but you get the idea. I’ll take another photo during the day for a better look.

Compare that to the real guy:

Another trippy thing that happened the other night was running into this guy. Nope, he’s not real. He’s a statue. Horrible shot, but you get the idea. I’ll take another photo during the day for a better look.

Compare that to the real guy:

I still can’t believe this. I walked down to my neighbor Ric‘s last night for some late night Nine-ball and financial discussion. I’ve only known him a few weeks. At roughly 1AM, after seventeen games, we headed out to the Grotto Cave Bar in the backyard.
Ric stood behind the bar, about to whip up some kamikazes, and then suddenly stopped. In a wave of inspiration, he decided to make pineapple martinis instead. My jaw dropped. This was his completely his call, not mine. I can’t even remember the last time I had pineapple juice.
The reason this trips me out so hard will be evident to readers of Chapter L, which goes live tonight. Last night, just a few hours before this moment, I’d written a scene in Under Angles that involves pineapple juice at around 1AM. I don’t think I would’ve believed what happened last night if it weren’t captured on video.
It all gets even weirder, but I’ll save those details for another one-on-one conversation, preferably over cocktails that involve pineapple juice at 1AM.

This was a trip. Last night Steve picked me up to join a bunch of peeps from town all syncing up to hit the Lighthouse on Pier Avenue in Hermosa. Among them were John Cozza, Bernie Perry, and Richard Iacono; we all spent some of our childhood years on the same street — the 800 and 900 blocks of Bloomwood Road in San Pedro — in the seventies. That takes me back to before kindergarten. Bizarre how some things never change, while simultaneously being totally different.
Hermosa Beach CA, 05.30.09
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From Orion’s Arm, Why Time Travel Would Destroy the Universe.
(Hypothesis #4): The Radical Rewrite conjecture; in this scenario you can change your own history, which means the whole of time is mutable and can be shaped to one’s own whim. If there is only one universe, history becomes fluid. You might go back and change history, then another time traveler will change it again almost immediately, and the present will be an ever-changing kaleidoscope, with a different President or Prime Minister every day; you will go to sleep in a mansion, and wake up in a mobile home; your car will change from a Buick to a Volkswagen while you are driving it. What is worse, you will not be aware of such changes happening – you will suddenly have a whole new past and a new set of memories created by a meddling time traveler long ago. In some versions of this scenario, each time traveler which goes back in time effectively destroys his or her own future existence, and becomes orphaned in time.
Such a lack of continuity will invoke the Chronological Protection Conjecture: the universe will morph and mutate until it reaches a history in which time travel has never been invented, ever, at any time in the past or future. This is the only stable state for the universe, the one we are in now. The CPC has been proposed by many people, including Hawking, Asimov and Larry Niven. =read full article=
(thx Andreas)