Helicopters & Yellow Lights

Dad & I went to the airport for a talk thing about the Sen. Stevens airplane crash, {They still have no proper ideas on how it happened}

It was really yellow in there, to give you an idea, I had it set to tungsten, the most anti-yellow {blue} setting I have.

Dad bought a helicopter.

The news was there, being lazy. No crane {or movement of any kind} no second camera, just one camera and a tripod.

Lazy.

Latches Of Old Suitcases

Black and White

Typewriters

cursive

Thanks, Mom.

Hanna and I

The CWA of Dr. Z Smith: Episode #113: The Future

The Machine landed.
It landed, not in the haphazard way it had a moment and fifteen years ago, but gently, and into the cradle which had been built specifically for it.
  “So, this is the future?” asked the boy. “Seems awfully…white.”
  “That's because this is my garage.” Replied Dr. Smith.
  “It's really big. Where are we?”
  “Legopolis.”
The boy examined the garage. It seemed to him, to get a room this large, one would have to demolish the entire block. Maybe even the entire town.
  “Wow.” Was all he said.

-=-

-=fig. 689: all this, one day=-

  “One day, boy, all this will be yours.”
  “Gosh. Do I make it big, or something?”
  “Yes, but you won't need it. This is the same house you–I–We've always lived in. Something happened, I'm not sure what, but I'm not looking too close. Look too close and it might fall apart, or it might not.”
  “That's the problem with Quantum, you don't know if it's there until too late.”
  “Exactly.”
Capt. Brown watched the two Zachary Smiths from the kitchen table.  Jeeves poured him a mug of tea.
  “Don't see why we couldn't have brought back Little Me too.”
  “We're you being threatened by a time travelling maniac?”
  “Might've been. Can't remember. Which reminds me, what are we going to do about Him? He's still there. There's a dead guy in the yard, and I'm inside with Zachary's parents!”
  “Fifteen years ago.”
  “Fifteen years ago.” Capt. Brown admitted. “But how is it we escape from that?”
  “Do you remember being kidnapped?” Jeeves asked. 
  “…No.”
  “Then You Probably weren't. The Master usually has a plan, and even when he doesn't it works out.” 

-=fig. 690: the hall of robotics=-

  “And this,” Dr. Smith said, “Is Jeeves MK12. Actually, it's just the skin model, the actual MK12 is in the…somewhere around here.”
  “Nice. Big design change, though.” 
  “Yeah, the whole ‘Robot’ look was frightening people. But hey! We need to get you back to your own time!” 
  “Why? You have a time machine.” 
  “Because, that's why. But before you go, I'd like to show you my laboratory.”

-=fig. 691: strapped down=-

  “This is a memory eraser isn't it?” asked the boy.
  “What makes you say that?” Asked the man. 
  “Because you've shown me everything I'll invent in the next fifteen years. You can't let me go back with that knowledge, It'll be a paradox. A circle with no beginning or end. And by the way ‘ERASE MEMORY? Y/N’ is blinking on that monitor.”
  “You got me, kid. I had fun today, though.”
  “Me too.”
The man pressed Y.
The boy forgot.
  “JEEVES!” Dr. Smith shouted over his shoulder, “FIRE UP THE TIME MACHINE, WE HAVE TO GO SAVE JAMES AND MY PARENTS. OH, AND BRING THE PORTA-RASERS!”
 “Are you sure, Sir?” Dr. Smith jumped about a foot,  Jeeves was right behind him.  “Those heven't been field-tested to their fullest extent. Sir.” Jeeves continued. 
 “They've been field-tested enough, Jeeves.”

-=fifteen years earlier=-

The time machine landed. Again. 
Dr. Smith made sure had his Sabre, Capt. Brown made sure he had his favourite guns, with the reenforced triggering mechanisms, but at his side was Dr. Smith's secondary sword.
The brainwashed boy slept.

  “Good afternoon, Dr. Smith. We meet again.”

Today's Phlog

The CWA of Dr. Z Smith: Episode #112: It's a 207

Von TipRău and Mr. Monoid held the boy high, he wouldn't escape. 

He sure was struggling, though. 

A brilliant flash of light, a noise like a giant metal contrapion landing heavily, and the words “So, Where are we now?”

The words came from the lips of Capt. James Brown, the noise from Dr. Smith's time machine. 

-=fig. 687: the time machine=-

  “We're exactly where we started from James,” Said Dr. Zachary Smith “Just fifteen years in the past.”
  “Well, what are we doing here?”
  “We're rescuing me.”
The duo lept from the contraption, which looked to be a cross between a rowboat and a glasblowers nightmare.  Also, there were spinning bits.
  “Unhand that…Child!” Cried Dr. Smith. He gave Capt. Brown a hand signal. 
  Capt. Brown became armed. 
 Von TipRău laughed.  “Guns? Really? After our last encounter, Capt. Brown, I took the precaution of inventing this brilliant little doohickey, Mr. Monoid?”
  Before Capt. Brown had had time to react, Mr. Monoid had a device in his hand, a small device, and he had pressed the only button. 
  “Amazingly delicate thing, a firing mechanism.” Von TipRău said as Capt. Brown clicked the trigger repeatedly. 
  “Looks like we'll have to settle this the old-fashioned way.” Dr. Smith said, drawing his sword. 
  “Indeed? Vell, as I always say, the old vays are usually the best vays. Don't  you agree, Mr. Monoid?”
  “Indeed, Boss.” As one man they drew their weapons. 
  “Ah, Both of you then?” Dr. Smith asked, eyeing the razor sharp blades being handled with the practised hands of experience. 
  The sort of experience where your enemies don't live very long.
  They answered his question with their weapons. 
  Dr. Smith was good, very very good, but this new development was worrying him. 
 Not that he had much chance to properly think about it as he dodged the blades of death. 
Capt. Brown watched the spectacle. 
So did the boy. 
After awhile, Capt. Brown watched the boy. 
The boy was sitting cross legged on the ground, right where he had been dropped, watching the fighters very carefully, as if trying to work out where the wires were.
Dr. Smith knocked Von TipRău's hat off, and Von TipRău feinted left, which Dr. Smith didn't fall for, there was a flash of steel and Mr. Monoid fell. 
 Von TipRău saw him fall.  For a moment, nothing else mattered. 
 Then all that mattered was driving Dr. Smith back. 
Dr. Smith was surprised by this new effort, he took a step back, then another, and another. 
  “Time to go,” Capt. Brown said to the boy. 
   “No.” Said the boy, “I Don't know you people. You could be…terrible people…for all I know.”
   “We're not, I'm Capt. Brown, Capt. James Brown.”
   “Could you tell my friend that I was right about it being a very common name?” 
   “ I AM Your Friend! Tall kid? Goofy grin? Long brown coat that suits him well? This is the same long brown coat! We're from the future! It'll make more sense in a minute, but now is the time to leave, before you get killed by that madman.” 
   “But I'm not even over there.”
   “Yes you are. Now Come on, we need to get out of here.”
They ran to the time machine, Capt. Brown grabbed the back of Dr. Smith's shirt as he ran past, holding him a foot above the ground, one handed. 
   Von TipRău chased them he watched them leap to the boat part of the time machine, he watched as the lights came, he saw them disappear. 
He walked back and checked Mr. Monoid's vitals. 
The man was dead. 

-=fig. 688: yorrick=-

He stood up, devastated. Monoid had always been there for him, thick and thin, he'd saved him a couple of times, helped him when the madness came, and now he was gone. 
Von TipRău realised the wind was whipping through his hair. 
He reached down and picked up the hat at his feet. 
It was monoid's. 
He felt a little stronger, and he swore Dr. Smith would pay for what he had done. 

Then & Now