http://www.sassquatch.org The life and tribulations of a Sassquatch from Québec living in Mexico City Mon, 28 Jun 2010 19:55:15 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en I have just moved this blog to a new host, from our internal server here at the office. The site is showing off a lot of wear and tear and suffering from moving from a Windows Server to a Linux on. I also noticed that it is running an antiquated ... http://www.sassquatch.org/?p=241 When I became conscious, there was absolute nothingness. There was no light, no sound, no substance, nothing. The universe was not empty. Emptiness would infer the absence of something. There was absolutely nothing. Slowly, after a timeless interval,  I became aware of my essence, of my consciousness. It dawned on me ... http://www.sassquatch.org/?p=240 Back in 1989 I took a sabbatical to sort some things happening in both my personal and business lives. During that period of reassessment I also sat down and wrote a fantasy novel that was called "One way ticket to Talenthar". Strangely it was mostly written by going to bed ... http://www.sassquatch.org/?p=239 This is the first post in many years, and hopefully it will be the start of regular posting again. A lot has happened in my life in the last few years, including a few moves including one following the first one by 3 weeks as we had moved into the house from hell. ... http://www.sassquatch.org/?p=238 I have just posted on a page accessible by the 'Short Stories' link on the sidebar, the original short stories that have been published here so far. They are in PDF format and can be downloaded from that page. This page will continuously be updated with all the short stories ... http://www.sassquatch.org/?p=113   Bill regained consciousness a few hours later. He was hanging sideways from his broken harness. Around him he heard soft moans of pain emanating from the lips of his crewmates. He struggled helplessly to extirpate himself from the remains of his harness.  Suddenly, a massive arm draped in coarse fibrous cloth ... http://www.sassquatch.org/?p=78   To Bill, who was on his third launch, the feeling accompanying time travel was expected, if not comfortable. It felt as if you were flattened out of existence then inflated back to life. As usual he felt somewhat disoriented after the jump. They stood in the emptiness of space in ... http://www.sassquatch.org/?p=76   The morning of their flight was suddenly upon them. All had been checked and double checked. Tension filled the air. The scientists paced the floor nervously while the technicians attended to last minute details. Beside the regular crew of Rudder Rudigast and Gina Lesage, Dr. Hillzinger, Phil Redbird, Sven and ... http://www.sassquatch.org/?p=70   The next morning Bill awoke in his apartment with a broad smile on his face. Last night had been one of the best of his life. Sheila had been a brilliant conversationalist. They had talked until the wee hours of the morning. He had accompanied her back to the house ... http://www.sassquatch.org/?p=69  Later that afternoon, Bill was pacing the floors of his apartment. He was impatient to know what Sheila wanted to tell him. He already had changed clothes four times in anticipation of the meeting. He had finally selected a comfortable sport suit that fitted his body better than what he ... http://www.sassquatch.org/?p=68