One last note, and a positive one, finally

Now that I'm done bitching....

You may or may not remember that story idea I had a few posts ago about the people who are paid to experience things for you.

I've actually managed to work 'skullcosm' into the story!

Finally! A use for the word 'skullcosm!'

For those of you who don't know what in the name of Daisy Duck I'm talking about:

I used to keep a notepad by my bed so I could write down dreams upon waking. This was when I actually remembered dreams and didn't have a computer nearby. So one morning at some hour during which no one wants to actually be alive, I wake up out of a dream with the best idea for a story, ever. It was better than "Ender's Game" by Orson Scott Card. Better than "How It Happened" by Isaac Asimov. So good, in fact, that I was utterly convinced that all I needed to write down was the one, central concept of the story in order to remind myself of the entire thing later. So, this I did, and I then went back to sleep (if I ever truly woke all the way up).

Later, upon awakening for real, I look at the notepad next to the bed and I see, scrawled in barely legible writing, a single word:

SkullCosm

Yeah. That was it. And to this day I've not remembered what in the name of Petunia Pig it referred to.

So I've now 'repurposed' it. Now, it is a slang term for what happens to people who spend too much time downloading illegally copied experiences over the future equivalent of the Internet: "He's in his own skullcosm, now." Meaning he's disappeared into the unreal world of other people's experiences at the expense of his own sanity.

You're all thrilled right down to your bellybutton lint to hear this, no doubt. I know you are. Admit it.