I was approached by A one cloudy Brooklyn afternoon. His visits are always unannounced, unforeseen, and unconscious.
“Wake up, don’t you know we’re in a war?” He announces.
“Mmmmrrraaaa?” Comes my rebuttal.
“I foresaw this long ago, a tautological war. A war in which people fight the idea of a war.”
As consciousness starts coursing slowly through my mind-veins, I catch myself too late to stop the question already leaving my mouth. “Don’t you mean an ideological war?”
“No.” He rounds about and looks me straight in the eye, “And the only way to win this war is to win this war. I’ve been talking to C.” He pauses for Drama to catch up.
“When have you not been talking to C? Do you even know who you’re talking to?”
“Probably not. C is undefined.”
I throw my hands up in disgust. “What time is it anyway?”
“Yes it is. But never mind that, I have a job for you. I need you to put the colloquy between us on the webtertubes.”
“Who, you and me?”
“That’s why I have provided the photos. But don’t worry. I know how much you love words so I made sure to use some.”
Flabbergasted, I tried objecting, but A, an old FORTRAN programmer, was not so object-oriented. Before I knew what was going on or indeed had any idea what the hell just happened, I found myself registering and writing a CMS for http://colloquy.aintaer.com/, supposedly a photo-comic. Every weeknight he sends me a comic and every weeknight I post it. And every weekend I receive a check made out for “The Amount This Check is Made Out For”…