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The Anachronist

Last night before going to bed I began to read The Time Machine by H.G. Wells. I am only a few pages in, but I ran across this passage which led me to picturing the following short story.

Here’s the passage: “Don’t you think you would attract attention?” said the Medical Man. “Our ancestors had no great tolerance for anachronisms.

Here’s the short story it inspired me to write.

The Anachronist

Ugg, and Ungh are sitting outside. Ugg is on a rock. Ungh on a different rock. They are talking about how much they love rocks – they’re great to sit on, look at, and throw at stuff.
“But,” Ugg said, “they are not delicious.”
“No,” Ungh said emphatically, “they are definitely not delicious.”

Ugg and Ungh are cavemen. That’s not some hipster way of saying that, despite their trust funds, they live in caves. No, they are genuine cavemen from many years ago.

“You know what I don’t like?” Ugg asked Ungh.
“What?” Ungh said, very curious.
“… I forgot.” Ugg replied, sadly.
“Me too,” Ungh said, even more sadly.

Ugg and Ungh have extremely under-developed brains. This conversation is being translated from their native ‘language.’ Their language consists of grunts, groans, and occasionally hitting each other in the face with various items.

Like most cavemen, Ugg and Ungh hate anachronisms.

Ugg shivers, cold because he is naked.
Ungh, noticing Ugg shivering, takes it as a threat. Ungh begins to get up, and pick up his former chair, and current weapon. He is doing this slowly, having learned this tactic by watching animals stalk other smaller animals.
Unfortunately for Ungh and his predatory ways, Ugg is staring right at him.
“Ungh,” Ugg begins cautiously, “what are you doing?”
“Nobody threatens me by shivering!” Ungh declares, picking the rock up above his head.
“Ungh!” Ugg cries out, equally amused and scared, “I’m just cold!”
Ungh hesitates, then laughs and puts down the rock. “Boy!,” Ungh says, wiping away a tear from having laughed so much, “we really shouldn’t use shivering as a non-verbal threat then, huh!”
This is particularly true considering any form of clothing has not yet been conceived by these primitive screw-heads.

Ugg and Ungh see a figure approaching. It is another man.
Only, this man is not like Ugg and Ungh. This man is wearing a loincloth.
“What … what is that?” Ugg asks Ungh, confused and concerned.
“I … I don’t know!” Ungh replies.

Eventually the man reached Ugg and Ungh.
“Hello,” the man greets.
“Hey …,” Ugg and Ungh reply, unsure of this stranger.
“What’s that … thing that you’re wearing …” Ugg asks, the caveman version of Sherlock Holmes.
“Oh, this old thing? It’s a loincloth. I killed an animal and took some of his fur and wrapped it around me. I was constantly cold, and now I’m only cold 94 percent of the time.”
Ugg and Ungh share a look. They both nod.
Ugg and Ungh have identified this man, with his anachronistic loincloth, as a man from another time period altogether.
And remember, Ugg and Ungh hate anachronisms.

After Ugg and Ungh killed the time-traveler, they stared at the loincloth.
“You can’t sit on it, like with rocks.” Ugg points out, keenly.
“And it wouldn’t be very useful if you threw it to hurt something.” Ungh observes, intelligently.
“It’s not much to look at, either, what with that time-traveler attached to it.” Ugg notices, astutely.

Ugg and Ungh don’t understand the purpose of a loincloth. It’s no good for sitting on. It’s terrible for throwing. It’s nothing much to look upon. And, they soon learned, it tastes terrible.

Ugg and Ungh did feel a bit sheepish about a week later when they learned the group of cavemen just one ‘town’ over had all started wearing loincloths. It was no anachronism after all, but a fashion trend!
“Well, I’m a little embarrassed,” Ugg said, a little embarrassed.
“Yeah, and I feel a bit sheepish,” Ungh said, sheepishly.
Then they had a great big laugh, remembering how they’d thought that caveman was a time-traveler, and killed him, and then ate his clothing.
“Hysterical!,” said Ugg.
“Indeed!,” said Ungh.

Ugg and Ungh, let’s remember, are very dumb cavemen.

Footnotes are Fun

You’d think, based on crap like this, that I was on drugs. Really it’s just ricola, a head-cold, and stress. That’s all I need to get me going!

Footnotes are Fun

It was a cool night in Northern California. Before I knew it I had my old running shoes on, and I was out the door for a walk. I needed some time to take a mental doze, and there’s no better way to do that, for me, than a little walk*.

*Unless I step on a bug**.

**I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’ve stepped on bugs before, and I will again … it’s just I usually only like stepping on bugs if I mean to step on bugs***.

***Unless I accidentally stepped on some super-insane-crazy poisonous bug. You know. One that’s all like, “rahhhh! I’m poisonous and I hate happiness!” You know the type. Killing people and such****.

****Ok, well, this would be rare – but what if that insanely poisonous (and misunderstood?) bug killed a human killer. I would think a human killer would be much less missed***** than a killer bug.

*****Sure, yes, I’m being silly. But stick with me. What if that human killer killed a bunch of people, and then went to jail and repented and thought of something that would change the world******! Huh? What about that? You judgmental a-hole. Geez.

******Assuming, of course, that it was something that changed the world for the better. Not like changing the world to make it more like how a killer wants the world to be. Yikes! Wouldn’t that be scary?! Ahhh! “Killers everywhere!” That’s what I imagine myself saying in a world like that. Yes sir. In this case I would not want the bug to die*******.

*******Ok at this point we’re going to combine footnotes (5) and (6). Or, not really. But imagine this: The bug doesn’t kill the killer, but they get in cahoots with each other. And they go on some sort of “ahhh there’s a scary bug! Oh SNAP, there’s a much scarier human!” killing spree********.

********THEN! What if the bug and the killer change the world … but into the killer bug’s version of the world! I don’t know what that would be like but I imagine it would be confusing, slimy, and disheartening. At the very LEAST! I mean, come on!, SCARY!

I stepped on a bug. Squish! Sounded kind of cute. I miss California.

The End

The Obligatory Airing-of-Emotions-Post-Break-Up Letter

Dear College,

How have you been? I know we haven’t talked since things ended between us, but I just wanted to write and see what you’ve been up to. I heard from a friend the other day that you’ve moved on, that you’ve got someone now? That’s great. I’m really happy for you! I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’ve got someone new, too.

Her name is Work.

She’s wonderful!

You know how you and I would get in little fights, randomly, all the time? Well, Work and I don’t have that problem. She’s really steady and I know, sure, she may stress me out sometimes, but she knows how to back off and give me alone time. With you … Well I just didn’t know when to expect problems with you.

But I didn’t write to complain. I’m sorry about that! I just wanted to talk. Speaking of talking, Work is great at talking. Sometimes you and I would get into these ridiculous, lofty conversations about total nonsense and I enjoyed them at the time but I also knew they were just … Anyway, Work’s not that way. She’s very practical.

And my parents love her! Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. I know it might be a sore spot with you, because my parents never really approved of how long you and I dated.

I remember when I first told my Dad about you he said, “Son, that’s great, go ahead and sow your wild oats.”

They never appreciated you, College!

God I miss you so much sometimes!

Some days I’ll wake up in the morning and close my eyes and wish we were still together. Remember how that used to be? We’d wake up whenever! Some days we wouldn’t even get out of bed!

But Work isn’t like that … She wakes me up at pretty much the same time every day. And she would never take a nap in the middle of the afternoon like we used to do, College!

I was so crazy to move on!

It was my parents – it’s because of them!

My Dad hated how much money I spent when we were together. But we were just having fun! I think it’s because, when he was my age, he was with this really uptight girl from West Point, New York. He was just jealous!

I can’t believe I felt like I needed to move on to someone more “mature.”

Oh, Work’s more mature all right.

The last guy she was with – you’ll never believe this! – was an old man! She called him, “Boomer!” What a dorky pet name!

Work says she loves my “youth and energy,” but I know there are some days when she’s just thinking that I’m young and stupid, and that I’ll never be able to replace her ex.

Well, Work, you’ll never be able to replace College!

I can’t believe I’m writing this! I feel like I’m cheating on Work!

(I’m at her place right now, can you believe it? She’d be so mad if she found out I was doing this. She’s such a task-master.)

I can’t help but miss you! Remember how sometimes we’d go and get a pizza at three in the morning! Work would never do that with me. I’m lucky if I’m ever up past eleven.

I just don’t know why I’m writing you this letter, College. I knew from the beginning our relationship was a temporary one. It burned hard and fast … It couldn’t last forever (could it?).

I guess I’m just trying to be cathartic.

I’m sorry … I know you always used to complain about how you felt like I was “using you.” You thought I was just biding my time, waiting for something better to come along. Well, if it makes you feel any better, apparently there is some sort of cosmic justice (remember when we talked about that? That one night? We ate chips and sat outside and just talked and talked?). I say this because I have the definite feeling that Work is using me.

Sometimes I’ll tell Work stories about you, and I can tell she gets upset by it. She’ll start talking about her ex, then. “Boomer.” And she’ll tell me how “Boomer” never used to talk about his ex when he was with her! Well if “Boomer’s” so great, why did they break up at all!

Anyway, I hope things are going great with whoever you’re with now. Maybe I did use you, College, so maybe try not to let it happen with this guy? If nothing else – at least get a few good meals out of him! Sorry, that was a crude joke.
I’d better go, Work just yelled at me to go help her with something.

All the best,
Brad