Release Tour - Phil By Rick Momsen
PHIL!
By: RP Momsen
A very funny science fiction adventure that will change the way you look at life, the universe and why we're all here.
Billions of years ago, our universe was born. Not really that terribly exciting for most life forms except of course yourselves… and, well, Phil. The poor bastard who’s had to watch over all you people the last billion or so years.
Well, finally after years of listening to all your griping, bitching and whining, always with some imaginary being getting all the credit, he’s finally had it!
Phil has decided to explain what the world is, why you’re here and how you can evolve finally into a species worth talking about at parties.
In this hilarious actual account, Phil takes two unwitting Physicists on the adventure of their lives, which isn’t saying much for a couple of physicists, and shows them what life, the universe and lovely little corner pubs really is all about. They’re transported to other dimensions to meet their better looking selves, get taken prisoner by an evil but very good looking race, fly through black holes and help the creation of a new planet all while their greatest challenge hangs in the balance, saving earth from the most evil, and best dressed, species the universe has ever seen.
Will they save earth? Has all the years of hard work Phil has done creating you beings be lost? Does any of this really matter?
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EXCERPT
Ping.
Ping.
“You gonna answer that?” Delphinia slurred.
Typically an attractive female colleague, except now she had half a glass of
Pan Universal Kumquat Juice down her front, and somehow an equal amount sprayed
randomly throughout her hair. We were all drunk—she was winning.
“Just another idiotic human with some whiny ‘I
can’t do anything for myself’ question.” “Are they still making you do that?
Didn’t you create some god chat line for them to look up on their own?” asked
Braithwaight, a much larger and uglier version of myself who had the unusual
characteristic of having the largest nostrils in the universe. You wouldn't
know them as nostrils, of course, given that their size and look is of one of
your outhouses, massively uneven, bright orange and dripping with something I'd
rather not discuss.
“Ya, but they seem to be using it mostly for porn
and watching other humans or animals doing idiotic stuff, which is even
stranger when you realize that the average human does 4.8 stupid things per
week; you would think watching each other in real time would keep them amused
enough,” I replied. Braithwaight was correct, after all—a number of years ago,
I had instructed humans to create something called God Gab to answer all their
questions and, hopefully, quit bothering me. As usual, they misunderstood,
called it Google, and continued to harass me anyway.
“Slow... what dey say?” Delphinia slurred, spitting
Pan Universal Kumquat Juice over both of us, which as it turned out was
actually rather tasty; I decided to order one next despite it being a bit of a
girly drink.
“Dear Lord.” (Dear Phil, it should have actually
read.) Please give me strength in dealing with my two kids; I’m always so
tired, they stay awake for hours on end, I seem to be the only one in the house
able to nap, they eat all my food, hide my weed and are even messier than my 3
ex husbands. I can’t keep doing it. What should I do?”
“Signed ‘lame-ass, stoned and grumpy Mom.’ I added
the last part.” I ordered my drink despite Braithwaighte’s sudden drunken
episode of visualizing me in a short skirt with nice big perky ears; an odd and
very unsexy effect of the alcohol.
“So, how do you answer it?” Braithwaight asked,
refocusing himself.
“ I usually give some form of positive bullshit
advice that they ignore, and then they continue doing exactly what they’ve been
doing for years,” I replied.
“You should just sway what you twink then; who
cares what they do?” Delphinia again slurred, though this time with more
drooling than spitting, which was fine with me since I now had my own drink.
Oddly enough, this had never occurred to me before, which just goes to show
that the advice of a really drunk person should not be discounted even when
slurred, spat, or dribbled. I took two large gulps of my drink, hoping to gain
some more of this wisdom; my entire mind seemed to open up and swallow
everything around me; my eyes fell out of my head, dropped off the table, and
rolled under my now very short skirt, and then I spat the remaining mouthful
onto my two companions, to which Braithwaight said ‘mmmm’ before promptly
ordering one for himself.
If it had seemed like a good idea before, after two
sips of Pan Universal Kumquat Juice, it became the most brilliant idea since
the first crossing of the universe in a giant Easter egg with very slightly
modified snowshoes and a six-pack of Grantham Planetary Beers. Without putting
anymore thought into it, or in fact having any more thought left, I promptly
replied to my lame ass Mom message “I would suggest refraining from drinking
every night until near unconsciousness, or adoption, whichever ones easier.
Signed, Phil. PS. There is no Lord—Surprise!”
Author Info
R.P. Momsen was lucky enough to meet Phil in a very lovely but rather smelly pub a few years ago. After listening to the most amazing story of his life, and a half dozen pints, Rick agreed to bring Phil’s story to the world and finally get Phil a vacation. Through an arduous process over the next couple years of intense notes, grand philosophical debates, lengthy trips through multiple universes and numerous beers this masterpiece of answers was named Phil and finally released. A great friendship has been created and Rick has agreed to continue to write the real truth about everything, why it’s kind of a good thing to know and what humankind could do to be invited to the really cool parties.
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