Dear Uncle Roger,
I hope that this letter finds you and yours well. Or as well as Tucson will allow. We can't break the laws of physics, or the will of angry Titans that have somehow broken free from their bonds.
Which brings me to the purpose of writing you.
You've mentioned to us New Englanders now and again that we live really close to each other, and it's sort of ridiculous that we don't meet up more often. Providence, for example, is an hour and $10ish away. Well, more like an hour and a half. I have to get to South Station first. And LMNO and I live in the same metropolitan area. Hell, Gogira lives a mere 2 subway stops from me and the subway is a 10 minute walk. I haven't seen the Providentials in over a year, Gogira even longer, and I have seen LMNO more recently, but it's been months at the least. The last time I saw EOC, Eve and Cainad was the last time I saw Trip, Squiddy and Cram. And you know, it's not for lack of trying. Eve and I occasionally talk about getting that beer in Brookline we never ended up getting. Anarchangel and the Frost Heaves played one show together (though I have done at least one other gig with them playing for Daniel Ouellette and the Shobijin). leln's pretty good at poking at us to see what we're doing and trying to get us to meet up. Matter of fact, Providence is coming to Boston on Saturday (mental note, give Villager heads up, since she's only met dimo and LMNO, and dimo only the once, though he left an impression on both her and Anne Marie).
Maybe.
It often happens that our plans just fall through. But why is that?
I think I may have found the answer. You said words to this effect recently:
And it struck me that you may be on to something. It could well be, that we are all from different realities. Maybe that's also why my plans to go to Europe to meet the spags from Britain, Ireland, the Netherlands and Norway always fall through, and have nothing to do with my tendency to not plan well or save up money. We all live in separate universes, and Tucson is the nexus. The only time I can think of that everything came together smoothly enough for everyone at the time to coexist in the same place was the last time you visited Providence and Boston. Otherwise, someone must always sacrifice attendance. Suu couldn't make it to the meet up that Trip came to. Because you weren't there. You aren't a Rain God, you're some guy who's stuck between entirely different timelines. I don't actually exist in Richter's universe, nor he in mine. LMNO and Gogira live in entirely different ones than either me or Providence. The rare times our universes do collide, it's because of Yog-Sothoth. Or maybe some freaky shit going down at MIT. I don't know. Doktor Blight might be able to look into this hypothesis further.
Just some food for thought.
Your favorite Niecew,
Twigel
I hope that this letter finds you and yours well. Or as well as Tucson will allow. We can't break the laws of physics, or the will of angry Titans that have somehow broken free from their bonds.
Which brings me to the purpose of writing you.
You've mentioned to us New Englanders now and again that we live really close to each other, and it's sort of ridiculous that we don't meet up more often. Providence, for example, is an hour and $10ish away. Well, more like an hour and a half. I have to get to South Station first. And LMNO and I live in the same metropolitan area. Hell, Gogira lives a mere 2 subway stops from me and the subway is a 10 minute walk. I haven't seen the Providentials in over a year, Gogira even longer, and I have seen LMNO more recently, but it's been months at the least. The last time I saw EOC, Eve and Cainad was the last time I saw Trip, Squiddy and Cram. And you know, it's not for lack of trying. Eve and I occasionally talk about getting that beer in Brookline we never ended up getting. Anarchangel and the Frost Heaves played one show together (though I have done at least one other gig with them playing for Daniel Ouellette and the Shobijin). leln's pretty good at poking at us to see what we're doing and trying to get us to meet up. Matter of fact, Providence is coming to Boston on Saturday (mental note, give Villager heads up, since she's only met dimo and LMNO, and dimo only the once, though he left an impression on both her and Anne Marie).
Maybe.
It often happens that our plans just fall through. But why is that?
I think I may have found the answer. You said words to this effect recently:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 28, 2013, 08:25:42 PM
Coming to realize that Tucson is actually sort of the multiverse's junkheap. It's full of stuff that's just a little out of phase with the rest of you bastards. Things that look nonsensical to the outsider, because it wasn't from that person's universe in the first fucking place. I mean, NOTHING HERE WORKS. How does this city even function? It's just failure after failure after failure. It's like Lucy pulling the football out from in front of Charley Brown EVERY TIME HE TRIES TO KICK IT.
And it struck me that you may be on to something. It could well be, that we are all from different realities. Maybe that's also why my plans to go to Europe to meet the spags from Britain, Ireland, the Netherlands and Norway always fall through, and have nothing to do with my tendency to not plan well or save up money. We all live in separate universes, and Tucson is the nexus. The only time I can think of that everything came together smoothly enough for everyone at the time to coexist in the same place was the last time you visited Providence and Boston. Otherwise, someone must always sacrifice attendance. Suu couldn't make it to the meet up that Trip came to. Because you weren't there. You aren't a Rain God, you're some guy who's stuck between entirely different timelines. I don't actually exist in Richter's universe, nor he in mine. LMNO and Gogira live in entirely different ones than either me or Providence. The rare times our universes do collide, it's because of Yog-Sothoth. Or maybe some freaky shit going down at MIT. I don't know. Doktor Blight might be able to look into this hypothesis further.
Just some food for thought.
Your favorite Niecew,
Twigel