He Had Just Evaporated - @Studio30Plus Writing Prompt

Blyxbert steered the ship with the utmost of care; a delicate hand upon the wheel. He carefully threw the accelerators into reverse, eased off the pedal and backed into stargate forty-seven. With a shaking hand he turned off the key, rose unsteadily from the Captain's chair and exited the spacecraft. They'd left as a duo. He'd returned alone.

A thirty day foray to the outer reaches of the galaxy had taken it's toll on Blyxbert. He and his space police colleague Gackerman had been assigned a routine tour to observe and report to space police central on the state of law and order in the territories.

The space frontier was not unlike the wild west of centuries ago. Stagecoaches had been replaced by thruster jet craft, saloons by pill-popping and toking bars. Settlements were largely lawless as communities struggled to come to terms with democratic governing structures.

The most lawless territory in all the galaxy was X-11-G. It's reputation was well known and attracted the dregs of galactic society. It also attracted the most beautiful women, historically known as ladies of the evening although the term "ladies" might have been a bit of a misnomer as they weren't all human but if one wanted to get a little kinky with some out of this world inter-species nooky, X-11-G was the place to go. And that was Gackerman's downfall.

After a long haul from police central to X-11-G Gackerman convinced Blyxbert that a night on the town was in order. They started out at a burger bar, although there hadn't been such a thing as a cow in centuries so who knew what went into those things. They moved on to a toking bar and after a couple of hours thought they'd release a little pent up tension - if you get my drift.

The boys visited Madam Getiton's House of Inter-species Delights. Gackerman must have had more tension to release than he thought because no sooner had he chosen a delightful little darling with four arms, seven eyes and eleven vaginas he took one look at his voluptuous partner and exploded - literally.

Blyxbert turned to where he had just evaporated and said to himself "Wow, talk about a big bang theory!"

The Polka Dot Door

A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! You know what happens on Imagination D

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I know, I know, I know I should have reported in before now. But sometimes real life just gets in the way. I attempted 5 books in November. I say attempted because I slapped a big DNF (did not finish) on Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon. I just can't seem to get into this guy. It's the second or third of his I've given up on, Not so the other four, starting with a biography of Stephen Stills called Change Partners. This followed by a hilarious biography of the guy responsible for National Lampoon called A Stupid and Futile Gesture - How Doug Kenney and National Lampoon Changed Comedy Forever. I ended the month reading yet another biography, this one of the man behind Rolling Stone magazine,. It was called Sticky Fingers: The Life and Times of Jann Wenner and Rolling Stone Magazine. A fascinating read. So last month I hit the magic number 50 I'd imagined for myself back in January. If I roll this month into my yearly total I'm at 54 books. And I still hav

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