You may not be aware of this, but as I write this, the site has been down for the past sixteen hours. During some general reorganization of the Hartr.Net domain, I decided to relegate the blog portion to the blog. prefix instead of leaving it as the base domain.
We woke up, hours later, outside The Camp. The Camp is usually the first thing we see when we go into the ZEL zone-space. It used to be a boy scout camp named after what had at some point been a local Indian tribe. I'm not sure whether
Preface: this is (obviously) a work of fiction. Unless something has vastly changed about the world at large, there aren't alien-spawned zones of demarcation across the Earth's surface. I plan to add onto it over time. As you may be able to guess, this is largely
Firstly I have to say to check out Lara's Website where you can check out her art and everything else she finds interesting. Here is a recent picture of my wife and I at her wonderful wedding. The festivities took place out on the west side, not far
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." ~Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities First of all, fuck Dickens. Aside from giving us Elizabeth G's† brilliance, sometimes I wonder about his ability to influence civilization. But that's beyond me.