Sat, 5 April 2008 Sorry for the lengthy time in response from me. Expect a Metacast on either Saturday or Sunday night from me. Really big announce for TGB. -Amory Lowe Editor at The Great Beyond Podcast Category: general -- posted at: 6:22 PM Comments[0] |
Mon, 4 February 2008 "Something of that intense reality of conviction vanished. I began to feel sure it was a dream. And then it came again. "When the dream came again, nearly four days later, it was very different. I think it certain that four days had also elapsed in the dream. Many things had happened in the north, and the shadow of them was back again between us, and this time it was not so easily dispelled."Direct download: EPISODE_14_A_dream_of_Armageddon_2_of_2.mp3 Category: podcasts -- posted at: 3:41 AM Comments[0] |
Mon, 28 January 2008 By H.G. Wells "That book," he repeated, pointing a lean finger, "is about dreams." "Obviously," I answered, for it was Fortnum Roscoe's Dream States, and the title was on the cover. He hung silent for a space as if he sought words. "Yes," he said at last, "but they tell you nothing." I did not catch his meaning for a second. "They don't know," he added. I looked a little more attentively at his face. "There are dreams," he said, "and dreams." That sort of proposition I never dispute. "I suppose--" he hesitated. "Do you ever dream? I mean vividly." Comments[0] |
Sat, 12 January 2008 The bartender stops
washing the glass he's holding and stares at both of us. We both stare back.
Robert may not be that bright, but his stare and sheer willpower have brought
us out of many situations that could've ended badly. When I first heard that we
would need two people to find the man in the glass box, I had no doubt that
Robert would be the second man I needed. Big news in this episode about the new format for the podcast. As always, the theme song is Batshit Insanity, by Beatnik Turtle. Find them at www.thesongoftheday.com. Comments[1] |
Tue, 23 October 2007 by Amory Lowe Tom is a man of limited properties. He only sees the good in people, because like the three monkeys, he sees no evil, hears no evil, and speaks no evil. He has a face that everyone loves, and a mind that everybody pities. Podcampaz.org Hey, I'm on Twitter. If you feel like it, add me to your friends list. You can even get updates on the episodes coming up whenever I decide to put them up. http://twitter.com/amorylowe As always, the theme song is Beatnik Turtle's "Batshit Insanity", and you can find them at www.thesongoftheday.com See you at Podcamp AZ Comments[3] |
Mon, 8 October 2007 Some quick information about the state of The Great Beyond If you're going to attend Podcamp AZ on November 3rd, maybe you'll see me there. I'll be the one in the black Hell T-shirt. http://podcampaz.org/ Comments[0] |
Mon, 17 September 2007 Demonstration Day By: Ian Creasey Part 2 I let the rush subside and followed at my own pace, taking up a seat near the back and listening to the excited buzz of the scientists as they contemplated Calverley's apparatus. I recognised the high-spec generator I'd sold him, but I knew nothing about the case, or the silver cube with a door in the front and a control panel on the side. This looked very like a large microwave oven, and provoked a shout of, "I'll have a jacket potato please," from the audience. Vanzetti called for order. "Gentlemen. Thank you all for attending this year's convention. The Association has a proud tradition of demonstrating the practical applications of the latest scientific advances...." The speech is so familiar I swear I can hear tape hiss, and so few people bother to listen that he could announce discovery of the Final Theory without raising a flicker. It just gives the waiting scientist time to worry about everything that could possibly go wrong with his demonstration. www.iancreasey.com The Sounds that come after screaming at Pseudopod.org Comments[1] |
Sat, 1 September 2007 "Roll up, roll up! Get your
antimatter here! Gravitons, superstrings, Higgs bosons -- all going cheap. Every proton has a lifetime guarantee! Buy caloric, aether and nebulium while theories last. Special offer on orgone and vril! Dried ghosts, astrographs, universal meters. Superconductors and Bose-Einstein condensates. Athanors and alembics. Test tubes and Bunsen burners, if anyone still uses them." I switched on Markor's Domestic Star to spotlight the stock. It had taken all afternoon to set up the booth, and I didn't want to have to take everything home again. As the scientists began walking in, I mentally assigned a sales target to each experimenter. Pale from lack of sun, or tanned scary colours from exposure to strange rays, the early arrivals stared at each other as if they'd forgotten what other people looked like. Their expressions told of the despair of failure, or the voyeuristic exhilaration of uncovering the universe's secrets. Only a few remained unmarked, as if they'd discovered an anti-ageing drug, or been silently replaced by a robot they'd foolishly made in their own image. I recognised most of the arriving scientists, but one face was missing. "Any sign of Rankin?" said Audran, who'd been browsing my stock of entangled photons. www.iancreasey.com Comments[0] |
Wed, 15 August 2007 They climbed quickly. Below them - pulling the boat ashore. The high cliffs were a wall which they paralleled and passed effortlessly. He felt, at a visceral level, the lethal distance between his frail body and the cold hard sea. Strangely, the operation of this primitive instinct did not scare him. It thrilled him, as though he were dreaming, and somehow indestructible. www.jainefenn.com Comments[3] |
Wed, 8 August 2007 Of course it was a hoax. It had to be. No doubt both the original telegram and the brightly coloured thing floating in the cove below were some rustic eccentric's idea of a joke. revenge for the affair with Beatnik Turtle's Song of the Day Comments[2] |

