Das Hier #41

Dalton threw the gauntlet down yesterday didn't he? I would dearly love to answer him back with even one word more than he managed but I don't know that that is something that I can manage to do today as I am only now beginning to make my way to the base camp.

At least, I hope I make it to the base camp, we haven't been reaching that far as often this month as we did in January when the decayear was new and exciting.

I drew a nice little drawing it's true, but it has not served to inspire any stories for me, the same as the last one, so there's little likelihood that I will write much without that.

And there's only do much that I can write now with the late start  to the day which can't possibly allow me to better the slow start that Dalton had.

Of course, he finished strong and I doubt that I will finish nearly as strong as he did.

Not without a drawing that inspires me, like mine did for him. 

I wish that I could have done that for myself with the last drawing, which you will see humans, be patient, some things you have to wait for. 

Not that any of you are revealing your disappointment about anything to me.

Or satisfaction, there's just the same number of people, presumably reading the both of us, me for six days and him for one.  

Ah yes, I just remembered something. And it is funny. To me, not to Dalton, or the followers who follow him, who may also be the same ones who follow me, but he deleted their following stats when he must have opened a document on this site to include my drawing in.

So he lost those stats because he didn't think ahead of time.

Thus, I laugh in his general direction. 

Silly human. The first thought was stupid, but that felt a little harsh and I am not feeling harsh, I'm just wishing that I had been to the writing earlier this morning than I was so that I could have written anything close to the tally that Dalton managed in the second quarter yesterday because that was pretty good, even if it wasn't 500 words, it was pretty close since he also breaks down his quarters as I do.

It makes it easier for me to best his numbers and him to best mine.

Rather, it gives me goals to aim for, even if I don't make them, I can try my best. 

Sadly, my best wasn't good enough this morrning as I am sure that I fell short of his quarter's tally and I don't want to know just yet how far short of it I fell.

Not until noon when i will have to count how little I wrote before I kick myself for not writing near enough.

Or for starting so late in the quarter.

That's bad form!

I will have to do better in the second half of the day if I want  to get anywhere near his altitude. 

Now I get to laugh at him again because i figured out something he couldn't.

Ha ha ha.

I'm sorry Dalton, but why didn't you think to copy the picture of my drawing into the file you already had on the site where people had read your in progress writing?

You didn't think to do that now did you?

Oh Dalton, you had a greater day's worth of writing than I will surely have today, as things stand now with me not having written until deep into the 4th hour of the 3rd quarter, but I was able to figure that easy thing out with, well, ease.

It's just that I find it a little funny is all.

You humans are very lucky today. Though that may sound terribly arrogant or jerkful of me to say when I am a mostly humble alien, but you are getting two drawings today, though one of them was drawn yesterday(?), I was taking my day off and I wanted to save this one for myself, rather than give it to Dalton.

And this one even has some words that I can translate for you. 

Because obviously you don't speak their language. I do however.

"Duuge, your arms are weird. One is wimpy and the other is too big. I am sorry that you just don't get any, because what Skindling would want the likes of you?" The grumpy little Stumplybyn said to his neighbour of two months, when he feeling particularly grumpy because he himself wasn't getting any action and hadn't for the worst part of a year.

Smiling to himself because he was on his to have lunch with his new lady love, but Doboh didn't need to know that because unlike him, Duuge was a kind Skindling, he didn't need to rub it in his nose."The air is too crisp and clean today for taking any of your insults seriously Doboh. Life's just too good for me to be bothered by anything you say." he said, still smiling as Doboh was best dealt with as little as possible, whenever they did encounter each other, which fortunately, was not an everyday occurence.

"Oh right, you're one of those aren't you? Relentlessly optimistic, even in the face of your astoundingly crappy life because you live here, where the conditions are shit but we have to put up with them because we have no other choice. So don't assault me with your stupid cheer Duuge.

Duuge chuckled as he'd never been called a relenetless anything, but he was certainly inclined to feel that way with his darling Daifa at his side, even though her side was currently at work in the midst of an important meeting which she was very worried about.

"Don't laugh at me Duuge, I'm so not in the mood to be dealing with the likes of you." Doboh said, resisting the urge to spit at Duuge's feet because he was civilized even though he was dying not to be civilized with Duuge because he was one of those snooty types that he hated so much. Of this he was certain.

 I'm not laughing at you Doboh, I'm just trying to enjoy the day and be away from your negativity because life is good and I am happy but you're bringing me down okay? So why don't you just let me be and you can murmur to yourself about my like and I'll go back to being the happy that I was before I had to wait for the bus besid you when you'recelarly having a worse day than usual."  Duuge said, as quickly and kindly as he could, which was nether quick or kind enough because he was about to lose it on his neighbour.

"You can't talk to me like that Duuge. You're no better than me, in fact you're worse than me because I know for a fact I work harder and longer than you and you're lucky to live in this level of crappy place to live because for as long as I've lived here, you ain't had to go to work now have you. What's up with that?"  Doboh said as he turned to face his much taller neighbour and surpressed the urge to punch his lights out as he was certain to cry about that rather than take it like a murn.

Duuge looked down at him Doboh and pursed his lips as he was fighting his own urge to make his stand, as much as he hated the idea of fighting anyone himself because he wasn't made for fighting. And Doboh, if not made for it, certainly looked like more the part of a fighter than he ever would. 

"Spit it out Duuge, you must want to say something. So why don't you just say it? Or  are you that much of a chicken that you can't say a thing? It's no wonder you have haven't lain with a skindling in, what, a year? No, it has to be longer than that, because it's been almost a year for me and you're not even half the murn that I am. So how long is it? Answer me this, honestly and I'll shut up." He said, looking up at him with an actual smile on his usually scowlful face, extending and arm that he expected to be shook so that they could agree to this exchange of truth.

I didn't know that I had so much in this story but there it is.

And I would stick with it longer if I didn't have to go now.

I will be back humans.

Charles Petrie

Date
02-17-20

Time
10:40-11:59=79, 15:30-17:38=301
380 Minutes

Word Count 
520+937=1457