seven steps to a slimmer soul
There's another sequel of sorts to E.A. Abbott's Flatland. This one is called Flatterland and Salon's critic had way too much fun with the review.
"And when you're four-dimensional," the cube said, "you can do stuff like this!"
The cube winked out of sight, and I felt a mild tugging sensation amidships. A pair of jockey shorts appeared, twirling in midair. A vertiginous purple light strobed through the leg and waist holes.
"Hey! Those are mine! Take those off!"
The shorts vanished and the cube winked back, about the size of an iMac, spinning zanily. A ball of baked beans glopped to the floor beneath it. "You'll never guess where your shorts are now!" the voice boomed.
For your entertainment, I have also drawn a picture of the figure that used to haunt my nightmares from ages four to seven or so. Its name was the Statue, and as far as I can tell my brain generated it by crossing a Muppet with a hammerhead shark. You have to click here to see it because I'm afraid to put it on the main page.
