I'm a sales engineer working for a small software company outside Boston, Massachusetts. I'm an Australian living in the United States. I'm the father of three wonderful children. 2007-07-12T02:08:54Z http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/graemew <p>Nanotechnology was for polymers. Abstemious with orthography and without chicanery, the loquacious yeomans wrought lexicons of circumlocution.</p> <p>The chromosome pulsed diffident and obsequious. Its bellicose and tempestuous twin had popped into a vortex of homogeneous plasma. Abjuring hubris and without the kinetic acumen for an escape parabola, its quotidian fate was to circumnavigate the paradigm. The genes were omnipotent. Respiration was survival.</p> <p>The gamete spoke a less sanguine soliloquy: the infrastructure was evanescent. A churlish photon bumped and you no longer had to kowtow to the helical oligarchy, to winnow the deleterious. You <em>could</em> abrogate the incontrovertible. With a supercilious nihilism, gauche proteins began to bowdlerize a mitosis.</p> <p>The nonsectarian moiety Jxkit reached into the dust of the ziggurat for the oxidized euro and stuttered with epiphany. Hemoglobin surged. S/he was not so jejune as to filibuster thermodynamics. Without irony, s/he prepared for metamorphosis &#8230;</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/3945 2007-06-14T17:37:08Z 2007-07-12T02:08:54Z GraemeW http://ficlets.com/authors/graemew <p>Bud stood there, with his head down and his tail between his legs, looking like the dictionary entry for &#8220;unhappy dog&#8221;. He loved going for a walk in the morning, but he hated waiting outside Starbucks. So there he was, legs braced, radiating misery.</p> <p>Bob stood in line for two or three minutes to get his coffee. It felt like five or ten. To Bud, it felt like all day.</p> <p>Bob loved the new leash. It had turned a miserable chore into a pleasant walk. Every time Bud barked, or ran after a squirrel, or stopped, Bob would give the leash a gentle tug, pulling Bud&#8217;s nose to one side and reminding him who was alpha dog.</p> <p>Bud was delighted that Bob was willing to be alpha dog, leaving him to focus on walking and squirrels and smells and barking. Bud lived in the moment. Walking was fun, and waiting was forgotten the moment Bob reappeared.</p> <p>Bob had wanted a dog for a long time. He knew something that Bud had almost forgotten. Bud had been much, much unhappier a month ago.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/2246 2007-04-24T17:45:56Z 2007-08-24T13:03:29Z GraemeW http://ficlets.com/authors/graemew