My lungs are killing me. I don't know how long I was asleep atop of that book shelf, but I think I have breathed in enough dust to choke a horse. Or in this case, a time travelling dog. The last thing I remember seeing were a few letters. H U G? What sort of clue could this give me. Perhaps ol' Hambriddle went off to give some people some hugs...but I doubt it. The only thing that guy would hug would be a dictionary. Possibly a thesaurus.
So I sit here covered in dust when I receive a call from my scientist Pal from the future. It says, "Not to concern you about anything, but the future just changed again. It looks like a lot of the words using a H, G, and U are sort of fading away. People are having a hard time hugging eachother instead opting to go right ahead and kiss. Times are changing, Future Dog!"
Well drats. I pick up the three letters that seem oh so vital to preserving the future. Just three letters are changing this much? I don't even want to know what else could happen. You would think they would just adapt to not having the letters, instead, opting to make up some new ones that mean the same thing. They're just symbols for goodness sake! I need to solve this case before I stress out even more. HUG...it has to mean something else other than wrapping your arms around someone...or something.
Wait, the tower in town. The Harold Ulcer Grant tower! I think he went there for some odd reason. Suffering from ulcers maybe? He could be stressed out because he's having a hard time collecting all of these letter. I wonder. I have to get there fast. Till next time!
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Library Hijinks
So I've finally found some time to update you on the whole library extravaganza. The dust foot prints I found intrigued me, so of course I followed them atop the book case. What sort of time crusader would I be if I gave up here? I followed the path of random letters and foot prints until I came to an odd sort of cave. What sort of library has caves? Too lazy to look for answers, I just went into the cave and surrounded myself in the dark. I pulled out a handy lighter I had to reveal walls and walls of old books on the brink of exploding into dust. I thought fire might be a bad idea to have in this cave so I quickly put it out, deciding to rely on my superior sense of scent.
I attempted to sniff out some sort of being but all I sucked up through my large nostrils were handfuls of dust. I began to sneeze uncontrollably and got light headed. The dust began to clog up my nose and soon my throat there by blocking any chance of air getting into my lungs. I got woozy and began to spin around as my vision blurred and slowly dimmed. I hit the ground hard, dust covered me in what I thought would be my grave. A dust grave. At least it's cheaper than some sort of oak coffin filled with pillows. I saw a silhouette scurry over me dropping the letters h,u,g on top of me as it passed. Then it was dark.
I attempted to sniff out some sort of being but all I sucked up through my large nostrils were handfuls of dust. I began to sneeze uncontrollably and got light headed. The dust began to clog up my nose and soon my throat there by blocking any chance of air getting into my lungs. I got woozy and began to spin around as my vision blurred and slowly dimmed. I hit the ground hard, dust covered me in what I thought would be my grave. A dust grave. At least it's cheaper than some sort of oak coffin filled with pillows. I saw a silhouette scurry over me dropping the letters h,u,g on top of me as it passed. Then it was dark.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Future Video
Larry has mistakingly sent me another silly link again. Although, I fear there may be an embedded message inside of this one. The past is a frightening thing to mess with!
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Library Hijinks
Hey there, it's Future Dog
Playing time cop isn't easy. Don't get any weird ideas that you, the viewer, in the comfort of their own home or office should start jumping through time holes trying to prevent evil doers from doing evil things. You'll just end up with white hair, cracked toe nails and a few extra stress wrinkles that are incurable as the common cold.
Anyways, my quest this afternoon took me to an array of odd and exotic locations dealing with the lending of books to complete strangers. The libraries here are outlandish. I was hot on the trail of Hambriddle, following all sorts of letters to the place I knew he would go, a library. This was no library I was use to. In the future, libraries have been losing traffic and interest from the public. So, to remedy this the libraries struck a deal with a scuba diving company. This caused libraries to become more elaborate with them constructing all sorts of diving tanks and laminated books to read under water. That's the kind of environment I'm use to. Instead I walked into a large environment hoping to find a pool to take a dip in but I was met with giant roofs and stacks upon stacks of books. Books made of paper! There were large chandeliers casting all sorts of light in this giant of a room. To top that, ladders rested neatly along side walls of books waiting for an adventurous soul to summon enough courage to climb to the tip top, thereby claiming victory for their family or herd of sheep. I had an inkling that Hambriddle would be on the top of these mountainous walls searching for unique letters to take home to his collection, so I made my way up the tallest ladder I could find.
As I climbed high into the air, clouds of dust formed around me as if trying to strangle me in an effort to prevent me from reaching an ancient secret. I persevered, hoping that soon I would stumble upon the time vagabond grasping a bundle of letters close to his chest breathing heavily. My paws were burning with each rung I climbed. It must have taken at least fifteen minutes of climbing to get to the top. Finally, I put my paw onto a flat surface and hoisted myself up onto a cold floor with at least three inches of dust. I huffed and I puffed there, waiting for my breath to return to me from wherever it travelled off to (it spoke of being out of cranberry juice early and may have ran off to the store for a bit). A bit of recovery later and I finally sat up to peruse my surroundings. Much to my surprise I found a trail of letters and some sort of prints trailing off into the distance.
So if you'll excuse me, I have got to go explore all of this mayhem. Wish me luck.
Playing time cop isn't easy. Don't get any weird ideas that you, the viewer, in the comfort of their own home or office should start jumping through time holes trying to prevent evil doers from doing evil things. You'll just end up with white hair, cracked toe nails and a few extra stress wrinkles that are incurable as the common cold.
Anyways, my quest this afternoon took me to an array of odd and exotic locations dealing with the lending of books to complete strangers. The libraries here are outlandish. I was hot on the trail of Hambriddle, following all sorts of letters to the place I knew he would go, a library. This was no library I was use to. In the future, libraries have been losing traffic and interest from the public. So, to remedy this the libraries struck a deal with a scuba diving company. This caused libraries to become more elaborate with them constructing all sorts of diving tanks and laminated books to read under water. That's the kind of environment I'm use to. Instead I walked into a large environment hoping to find a pool to take a dip in but I was met with giant roofs and stacks upon stacks of books. Books made of paper! There were large chandeliers casting all sorts of light in this giant of a room. To top that, ladders rested neatly along side walls of books waiting for an adventurous soul to summon enough courage to climb to the tip top, thereby claiming victory for their family or herd of sheep. I had an inkling that Hambriddle would be on the top of these mountainous walls searching for unique letters to take home to his collection, so I made my way up the tallest ladder I could find.
As I climbed high into the air, clouds of dust formed around me as if trying to strangle me in an effort to prevent me from reaching an ancient secret. I persevered, hoping that soon I would stumble upon the time vagabond grasping a bundle of letters close to his chest breathing heavily. My paws were burning with each rung I climbed. It must have taken at least fifteen minutes of climbing to get to the top. Finally, I put my paw onto a flat surface and hoisted myself up onto a cold floor with at least three inches of dust. I huffed and I puffed there, waiting for my breath to return to me from wherever it travelled off to (it spoke of being out of cranberry juice early and may have ran off to the store for a bit). A bit of recovery later and I finally sat up to peruse my surroundings. Much to my surprise I found a trail of letters and some sort of prints trailing off into the distance.
So if you'll excuse me, I have got to go explore all of this mayhem. Wish me luck.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
An Interesting Twist
Hey it's future dog here,
So here's an intersting twist. I'm hanging out with sir Johannes here and we get to talking. Turns out he is very very emotional (I should have brought some meds for him from the future) and he started confessing all of these troubles to me. He went on and on about how he had this whole state of the art printing press with all of these raised letters that just printed letters and with it he was going to revolutionize the world. He was very proud of this and insteast of waiting until the next morning to unveil his project he grabbed a wanderer in the midst of the night to show it off to him. This is where the trouble starts.
The man he pulled in happened to be the guy I was looking for, funny how fate seems to mess around like that with her dipping her hand into everyone elses business. Why would she just leave ol' Gutenberg here alone? He was on the verge of a breakthrough that would change the world for aeons. Maybe her boyfriend broke up with her and she's feeling down in the dumps, regardless, she's a trouble maker. Johaness new guest, unbelievably enough, had a raised letter fetish. I remember him from Drinkinsville, Stephen Hambriddle. Hambriddle would always be on the search for all sorts of cooky letters. He was a fan of times new roman at first, but quickly grew tired of those common letters. Then he just wanted letters with serifs on them, then the ones without serifs until soon it turned into the most absurd wing dings he could find, even though it made no sense to his letter polluted brain. He would break into libraries at night and go through all sorts of books searching page after old page for the most deranged of fonts. He was constantly getting himself detained and put into a holding cell for a few nights. He'd say he was all calm again and the push over enforcement (I swear they had graham crackers for brains) would let him go even though the entire cell would be covered in all sorts of carvings of letters, truly a sign of a lunatic. He must have struck gold when he found Johannes here.
So now I'm off to follow the trail of letters Hambriddle has left behind. He stole all of letters off of Gutenberg's movable type thingy, and I'm the only one with enough sense here to find him. I worry though, if I can't get this problem solved the future's lettering may be all wacky. I'll check the libraries first and maybe I'll grab a pacifier on my way to stop Johannes from crying so much. Gees whiz.
So here's an intersting twist. I'm hanging out with sir Johannes here and we get to talking. Turns out he is very very emotional (I should have brought some meds for him from the future) and he started confessing all of these troubles to me. He went on and on about how he had this whole state of the art printing press with all of these raised letters that just printed letters and with it he was going to revolutionize the world. He was very proud of this and insteast of waiting until the next morning to unveil his project he grabbed a wanderer in the midst of the night to show it off to him. This is where the trouble starts.
The man he pulled in happened to be the guy I was looking for, funny how fate seems to mess around like that with her dipping her hand into everyone elses business. Why would she just leave ol' Gutenberg here alone? He was on the verge of a breakthrough that would change the world for aeons. Maybe her boyfriend broke up with her and she's feeling down in the dumps, regardless, she's a trouble maker. Johaness new guest, unbelievably enough, had a raised letter fetish. I remember him from Drinkinsville, Stephen Hambriddle. Hambriddle would always be on the search for all sorts of cooky letters. He was a fan of times new roman at first, but quickly grew tired of those common letters. Then he just wanted letters with serifs on them, then the ones without serifs until soon it turned into the most absurd wing dings he could find, even though it made no sense to his letter polluted brain. He would break into libraries at night and go through all sorts of books searching page after old page for the most deranged of fonts. He was constantly getting himself detained and put into a holding cell for a few nights. He'd say he was all calm again and the push over enforcement (I swear they had graham crackers for brains) would let him go even though the entire cell would be covered in all sorts of carvings of letters, truly a sign of a lunatic. He must have struck gold when he found Johannes here.
So now I'm off to follow the trail of letters Hambriddle has left behind. He stole all of letters off of Gutenberg's movable type thingy, and I'm the only one with enough sense here to find him. I worry though, if I can't get this problem solved the future's lettering may be all wacky. I'll check the libraries first and maybe I'll grab a pacifier on my way to stop Johannes from crying so much. Gees whiz.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Sketch Party
Johannes and I were trading sketches. This is a self sketch I did displaying what I saw after that drink before blacking out and ending up here.
Also, I got a futurific page from Larry that someone has another blog up. I'm pretty sure that he ment to send this to another one of his friend but while I have it I may as well show it to all.
Achoo
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
A Pub
Hey, it's Future Dog again,
I've been here for a few hours now and I've found my way into a pub. Of course, I had to walk around town practically blind due to the intense sun that was on a mission to burn my retinas out. Sometimes I wonder if I'm even on the same planet anymore. Once inside the safety of the pub I started to ask some questions, but people only shouted gibberish back into my face. It was very upsetting at first until I remembered the utility belt Larry equipped me with before I left. After some scavenging, I found an instant translator. I popped part of that sucker into my ear and the other part under my tongue and, like magic, the gibberish slowly melted away, giving way to the sweet sound of my language. Barriers were crossed and communication was had.
My first order of business was to order a fine brew. I was served a colossus mug filled with a foamy beverage. My eyes grew twice their size and a monsoon of drool erupted from my mouth. I thought I may have died instead of time travelling and gone to heaven, but this clearly was not the case. I downed the drink and sat on the finely carved wooden stool in awe of what my taste buds have just experienced. If this was what it takes to save the past, I can do this all day. I ordered another, and soon started to join in with the song and dance of my company. Our voices erupted with joy and everyone had a grin the size of a watermelon on their face. Caught up in having fun at once, I completely forgot to question anyone about a certain Gutenbird or any strange going ons. Larry may be upset with me, but he's in the future! This will all seem like an instant for him, so I'm going to take my time and enjoy myself. I made a friend with a Johannes and I'm spending the night at his house. I will update this quest later, hopefully I will have a bit more information.
I've been here for a few hours now and I've found my way into a pub. Of course, I had to walk around town practically blind due to the intense sun that was on a mission to burn my retinas out. Sometimes I wonder if I'm even on the same planet anymore. Once inside the safety of the pub I started to ask some questions, but people only shouted gibberish back into my face. It was very upsetting at first until I remembered the utility belt Larry equipped me with before I left. After some scavenging, I found an instant translator. I popped part of that sucker into my ear and the other part under my tongue and, like magic, the gibberish slowly melted away, giving way to the sweet sound of my language. Barriers were crossed and communication was had.
My first order of business was to order a fine brew. I was served a colossus mug filled with a foamy beverage. My eyes grew twice their size and a monsoon of drool erupted from my mouth. I thought I may have died instead of time travelling and gone to heaven, but this clearly was not the case. I downed the drink and sat on the finely carved wooden stool in awe of what my taste buds have just experienced. If this was what it takes to save the past, I can do this all day. I ordered another, and soon started to join in with the song and dance of my company. Our voices erupted with joy and everyone had a grin the size of a watermelon on their face. Caught up in having fun at once, I completely forgot to question anyone about a certain Gutenbird or any strange going ons. Larry may be upset with me, but he's in the future! This will all seem like an instant for him, so I'm going to take my time and enjoy myself. I made a friend with a Johannes and I'm spending the night at his house. I will update this quest later, hopefully I will have a bit more information.
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