Prose
Thankfully a passing paramedic pressed ‘Publish’
I want to introduce you to a concept. Imagine for a moment the ‘infinite worlds’ idea is true, that being for every possible choice there is another universe where the other choice is played out. Now consider that choices are rarely a dichotomy, and choices are as simple as “I put my beer down on this part of the table” still count. Now we have a near infinite number of universes purely based on where I decide to put my beer. Then multiply that by the number of major different events that could happen, and you end up with officially a bajillion number of different universes.
… and slipped on a banana peel.
Pixel traveled through time. Specifically, he traveled to 1954. Curious as to what this meant, Pixel decided to try to kill his grandfather. His grandfather was a 23 year old man then: married, but not yet a father. Pixel went to a gun store and purchased a high-powered rifle. He purchased a crate of bullets…
Daily Musings
Pixel meandered, but realized that he had to think about inconsequential things like upcoming conferences and renters.
#20:
Pixel’s friend Schmree was burglarized. “I know how you feel,” she said, “minus the punch in the face.” Pixel knew how she felt. Plus a punch in the face. And it still didn’t feel good. This angered him very much: hadn’t he specifically said when he was robbed that the only consolation he had was…
Ironically, he didn't see it coming.