Archive for October, 2008


BLitWotW wrapup: So that was our tribute to Well(e)s…

October 31, 2008

Well, with the demise of both myself and bloginhood, that brings to a close our attempt to blog like it was the War of the Worlds. We tried to stay faithful to the spirit of Orson Welles and the plot elements of H.G. Wells, such as the red weeds, the heat ray, the collection of humans as a food source, and their ultimate demise through common virii and infection. I rather enjoyed the way our two styles played against each other – bloginhood at home (largely), giving a coherent big picture, while I made my doomed iPhone-documented trek across the fields of Delta and Surrey in an attempt to find my wife at her workplace.

I’d like to thank everyone who read it, and those who joined in, both on their own blogs and in the comments. While my original plan to twitter the experience fell through due to problems syncing up with the Twitter #wotw2 project – we just found out about it too late – I think the result was actually better for me, without having to constantly deal with the 140-character limit imposed upon tweets.

We arise from the ashes, ready to bring you more musings, speculations and predictions about the geeky world of speculative fiction and video games. And while this was originally concieved as a 70th anniversary tribute, I think we may make it an annual event. So start thinking now about how you’d deal with giant tripods blasting heat rays across the populace – in only 364 days, the Martians will be invading again!

Happy Halloween!


BLitWotW: someone’s got the drop on someone, I just don’t know who – the end one way or another

October 30, 2008

Picking this up where I left off on bloginhood – didn’t make it as far as the store – Martians camped out in a field at #4 and Steveston Highway, tried to turn back but another was coming in from behind me so I left the bike and dove into a ditch. Waited for him to pass then crept back through the burbs.

I saw one of the fuckers down! I can’t believe it – about 5 blocks away on the way back – flat-out crashed into a house and not moving at all. Later on, against the glare of the fires closer into town I saw a bunch of the tripods just standing around swaying back and forth like drunks at last call. Got home but as soon as I fired up the computer one of them came tottering down the street. Fucker’s standing pretty much right outside my goddamn window. Typing but the rest of me hasn’t moved since he got here. Oh wow do I have to scratch in a couple of places. But if I do, I might be fried – Martian’s got a clear view and a clear shot. The light’s out but I can’t chance it.

Really tipping back and forth now! I should grab the cat and bolt but it keeps trying to regain its balance and I don’t want to get shot – kinda want to see it fall too – I know, very stupid.

Have to type fast now cause it’s staggering all over the development – hit the neighbour’s house, now back this way – shit, just grazed the roof okay that’s it i’m outta here. gonna hit send and hope for the best holy shit it’s coming down for real now haeding this way slipping on road no time to get outstairs are in the front of the house ehre he coms


BLitWotW: Toast

October 30, 2008

Got me fuchers got me. In the cge. People pressed all around. Looking at me hack atjxjdjdkdkdhuwiwoxn
At this thing like I’m mad. Maybe last thingkdjdeozneoq
Thing I ever say.they’re starting to drop! Maybe someone will see this one day 77777777

Hard to type. Done of the otherbtripofs.. Tripods are dropping. It’s happening! They’re. Oh shit they just rwache down and grabbed the guy above meqpsikskxixizkwhskxoapsjduxidjsjsosos

My wife just tested me! Have to text her bachdjkdkdkdks



BLitWotW: Now I know why it’s so quiet

October 30, 2008

Have a little time, enough to correct my typing again, anyway. I’m holed up again, near the.. near where the Port Mann bridge used to be. My excursion was… successful, I guess. I found out where everyone is, why there’s no bodies on the streets out here. But first… I’ve managed to catch up on my reading. Good luck, bloginhood, but be careful. And thank god for what Lugosi’s turned up. Heh, I’ve been fighting a cold for weeks – they better not mess with me if they know what’s good for them.

There’s no-one here because they’re collecting us. I don’t know why, but those baskets you saw, bloginhood – I still hadn’t gotten close enough to see one, and they hadn’t gotten up to it yet when you saw it. They’re fucking COLLECTING us.

Maybe we’ll beat these things… yeah, Martians, I can’t believe they came from Mars after the Rover expeditions and all, but it seems as fitting a name as anyway… maybe we’ll beat them just by accident. By just being the filthy disease-ridden creatures we are. Maybe they would’ve resisted normal colds and flus, maybe our obsession with hand sanitizer and antibiotics engineered things they couldn’t handle. But so far… it’s not much help here. I think I’ve got a good spot… I really have no idea how I’ve avoided them for so long, although I abandoned the Jeep hours ago to keep a lower profile… maybe it’s just luck. I hope my wife had the same luck. And my cat. But no way of knowing… I don’t like that she doesn’t answer her phone. Most of the rest of the area has coverage, and not many people using it anymore. I can’t help but think…

nothing I can do now I guess. I’m just numb. almost apathetic and indifferent. amazing what the human brain can endure when pressed. I’m somewhat underground, I’ve covered up the only way to squeeze down here with boards, I’m being as quiet as I can… heh, let’s just hope that they can’t trace the radiation coming out of this thing…

Wait. What was that?


BLitWotW: finally some good news, courtesy of Lugosi

October 30, 2008

At last! Looks like those fucking Martians may not be on top of the world after all! Check out what Lugosi’s observed in the eastern US. Seems some of the badguys might have a bit of a sniffle.

Not much help out here though, I’m still seeing Martian search lights farther up the street in the centre of town and hearing their clanking and the occasional buzz of a heat ray.

Okay, NOW I’m headed out to find a raft.


BLitWotW: time to find a way out of here

October 30, 2008

It’s way too quiet in my neighbourhood tonight. No cars – at least, none that are moving. Most of the surrounding townhouses and condos are dark. With the low clouds, rain and darkness, maybe it’s time to make a move. I can’t take the car –  I ran out to the end of the block earlier and the main streets look jammed up with cars – accidents mostly, like they’ve smashed into each other in the panic, but some look like they’ve been tossed around (especially the ones imbedded in nearby houses) by something big. Potholes like you wouldn’t believe in the streets, probably from the tripods. No, I’ll try to go by bike again. I’m going to make a run down to the Canadian Tire store and “Liberate a small infatable raft and a few other supplies. Tomorrow, if my wife’s not back, I’ll see if I can make it up the coast a ways. Maybe the Martians haven’t gotten around to Bella Bella. It’ll probably take days or weeks to get up there, but I’m getting more and more nervous about wating around here like a tin of tuna in the pantry.

Wish me luck.


BLitWotW: beaten up, cut off and rounded up

October 30, 2008

Still no luck getting in touch with my wife. Good luck to you, harrysaxon, in finding yours. She’s a smart lady and she’s probably gone to ground where she’ll be out of harm’s way.

I saw one of the big bastards get taken down today near the Richmond armory, but another one evened the score pretty quickly. I was lucky to get out of the area alive. I figure the only reason I made it was because I was on a bike and hidden on a recreation trail. Every car in the area got torched by the tripod that came to avenge his buddy.

News from around the world this afternoon is bleaker than I could have imagined. I’ve given a summary over on bloginhood, but the bottom line is there’s been lots of heavy fighting just about everywhere, and we’re losing. The Martians (that’s what I’m calling these fuckers now, ’cause alien assholes just doesn’t have that certain je ne sais quois) are vulnerable to some bombardment, but their heat rays are such a totally effective weapon offensively and defensively that not much gets past them. They’ve tried nukes overseas, but the tripods outside the initial blast zone just dig in and let the shockwave roll over them, then get up and proceed to kick more ass. That creepy black cloud you saw, harrysaxon, was their gas weapon. Worse than mustard gas from all accounts, but, strangely, it’s rendered harmless by water. Huh? Anyway, today’s rain here on the Lower Mainland must be keeping the stuff down and preventing the situation from getting worse than it is.

For any of you in Greater Vancouver who are reading this, stay put ’cause you won’t get far anyway. The Martians have taken out all the major transportation infrastructure. I heard Vancouver International Airport get torched not too long ago. All the bridges have been wiped out. The ports and pretty much anything that floats are now wreckage, and the major roads at the head of the Fraser Valley and along the US border are destroyed and guarded by tripods, along with the Sea to Sky Highway to Whistler. Reports from the radio mention lots of people are “heading for the hills”, but unless you want to become bear chow like those dumb bastards or get hypothermia, you’ll rule that out as an option.

It’s almost like they’re trying to keep us isolated from one another – not destroy us so much as keep us in one place – keep us manageable. I feel like we’re being treated like cattle. Oh shit. Maybe that’s why they’re destroying the infrastructure, but leaving the utilities alone -if we have power and phones and the net we can communicate with each other, but they’re not worried about us strategizing (today’s battles have proven they can handle themselves against our best) – they want us to talk to each other so we can ramp up the panic. I guess this dumb blog isn’t helping, huh?

Does anyone know what’s the deal with the red weed? I took the cat out in the back yard earlier (odd how such a regular domestic chore can happen amidst the truly incredible) and noticed that shit growing all over the place. If we somehow survive this invasion, that red weed is really gonna piss me off. I hate gardening at the best of times, I’m really gonna hate having to pull all that crap out!

I’m gonna hunker down here for a little while longer to see if my wife can make it home. If not, well, there’s cover of darkness (I assume – probably wrongly, ’cause hey, if they can cross interplanetary/interstellar distances, they probably have night vision goggles) and I may try to make a break for it.

Let us know what’s happening in your area so we can figure out what they’re up to now that they’ve cleaned our military clocks so thoroughly. Stay safe, everyone!