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[5] |
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[5] |
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[3] |
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[4] |
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[4] |
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[5] |
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[5] |
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[4] |
Tue, 24 July 2007 Judge Claude Fingers knew the onus was
on him to say something. He uncrossed his legs. "Mr Silver, I appreciate
that reliving that episode must have been very distressing for you--" "And the court shares your
distress," "Yes, thank you, Horace. I mean Mr
Seymour. Um, Mr Silver, I'm afraid I closed my eyes at a critical moment. Can
you confirm for me that you really are now, um, _sans testes_?" "She hacked my damn balls off. With
a chisel!" "Oh dear. Mr Seymour, do you have
any more questions to put to the witness?" Comments[3] |
Thu, 19 July 2007 "Y'onour. Pornography has
outstripped the mainstream cinema in popularity since early this century, but
only in the latter half of this century have its creators truly reaped the
spoils. For six years running John Silver was the highest paid movie star _in
the world_. But was he content to rest on his laurels? Oh no. He had a burning
desire to push the envelope, and so he became the first, and to date the only,
time-travelling pornstar. "He travelled to dangerous
locations in the past, always alone, always living on his wits, to ravish the
most famous women in history. On the sixth of July this year he embarked on his
most ambitious project to date: Mr Silver attempted to seduce no less a
personage than a goddess!" Comments[2] |
Tue, 10 July 2007 Part 4 of The Dope Fiend Read by Amory Lowe "So what do you want?" I said again. He shook his head at me, admonishing. "You fucked up, boy," he said. "There’s a ghost and an angel on the loose in your city, and you seem to think hiding here and drinking brandy is the answer to all your problems. Look how long it took me to find you. If you’re trying to hide, you’re not doing a very good job of it." "I’m not trying to hide," I said, annoyed. "I’m trying to think. I don’t understand what’s going on."Comments[2] |
Tue, 3 July 2007 Read by Amory Lowe "Come here, fallen guardian," she said. I walked to her. She held her hands to me, but when I touched her I felt nothing, only whispering air. I looked into her face, no longer smiling. "You died." She inclined her head in agreement. "The paths between the spheres are disturbed," Amat said. "The passage of those seeking an end to death has unbalanced the twenty-two ways." I stood back and looked at her, feeling both sad and annoyed. "Don’t you think I know that?" She shook her head. "It isn’t a question of what you know, it is a question of what you do." Comments[2] |
Tue, 26 June 2007 Help Spread the word about The Great Beyond Podcast! Yes, you can help get this small podcast off the ground by sending the promo for The Great Beyond attached in the RSS feed and sending it to as many Podcasters as you can think of. JUST THINK OF THE CHILDREN! Comments[2] |
Tue, 26 June 2007 This episode should sound a lot better than the last one. Last time I ever use the Audacity cleaning option again. The Dope Fiend, Part 2 Read by Amory Lowe I had seen for myself
the power of the stranger, and found in it something that I recognized.
Manning’s people may have called it a _Loa_; Chang’s word for it was
_Feng-Huang_. And in my own long history I had known ones who were like this
mysterious entity, glimpsed from beneath darkened skies and on the edge of
worlds beyond time... www.apexbookcompany.com music.podshow.com Comments[3] |
Sun, 17 June 2007 "She's dead," I said
again.
Manning"s voice, when it came, was dangerously quiet. "You and I both know, Tzaddik, that death is not an entirely unknown country." "Isn�t it?" I said. "I�ve never been there to know." And Manning slowly smiled. White teeth made his mouth look like an ivory gate into the dark. "No," he said. "You haven�t." www.sethharwood.com www.lavietidhar.co.uk Comments[0] |

