Congratulations to all subjects of Britannia on the breeding arrangement celebrations of your Christ-ordained house of masters.

Lying in the twilight, body fading into the blue mist, a thin chill film of sweat on me. I can feel my mind putting away its colors one by one like glass talons, they're all dark colors, all shades of blue. My hair is all about me, wet, like a halo of seaweed for a drowned saint in this twilight blue. Today was the first day of the wet season. I ( Read more... )

The list of stuff from earlier, in order:

Cao Xueqin's The Story of the Stone (vol. 1); David Sheppard's On Some Faraway Beach; Yip's Chinese Poetry; Ernst Jünger's Storm of Steel; Moorcock's Elric Stealer of Souls; Andrew Dalby's Empire of Pleasures: Luxury and Indulgence in the Roman World; Chesterton's Complete Father Brown (vol. 2); China ( Read more... )

The last two weeks have been ruthless. I ground through manfully, of course. Things should pick up now.

It reminded me of the most recent time when I felt real bad. I took up reading Michael Cisco's The Traitor, which is... special. It's the darkest thing. In it the reviled souljews (i forget how they were called so i think of them as souljews or ( Read more... )

Yeah Starcraft 2 is crap. I've actually begun replaying Braid just for the contrast and the maudlin drinking.

As usual though, the terrible game prompted some memorable commentary with friends:

"But this is clearly not a hos before bros scenario. This is beerbacks* before blacks."

Tosh is a caricature so racist that it's a bit like how Bayonetta ( Read more... )

Re Assassins' Creed & Call of Duty Modern Warfare & George W Bush &c:

Very different is "The Watch-Tower." This is perhaps the only story of this entire period to enunciate the "Prayer of the Flowers" theme. The narrator speaks to an old spirit in Provence, who warns him against the Saracens. The narrator bootlessly tries to convince the spirit that ( Read more... )

We lost today, o delicious taste of bitter ashes and tears in a failcake. Everything as is is wholly embraced ( Read more... )

A game about freedom.

Purely because of his love for you, Hafez became
As rich as Solomon; and from his longing for union with you,
Like Solomon, he has nothing but wind in his hands.

In other news, it's been two weeks and I'm still crying of the manly.

RIP Martin Gardner, Legend of the Brain

they have not lived, who have lived without you

Gaffe of the day: addressing a friend's GF by another's name. It really doesn't convey a lot of enthusiasm and regard-as-person-icity, does it...

I wish I could sleep right now and wake in some 20 hours or years.