“The artist is still a little like the old court jester. He's supposed to speak his vicious paradoxes with some sense in them, but he isn't part of whatever the fabric is that makes a nation.” William Faulkner

Gentle Readers,

It was my great pleasure to visit the Evergreen Rose Republic this weekend.  It was my fortune that the weekend I selected to ( Read more... )

Vancouver is one of those cities at the cutting edge of kindred society.  The Evergreen Rose is an interesting experiment of kindred government worthy of the Carthian Movement.  It is the rare vampire institution that has clear and defined laws and rules.  It is exceptionally rare to have such a Republic continually enforce those laws for the ( Read more... )

Fear and Loathing in the Northwest: A Christmas Miracle (12/11, 12/13, and 12/19/2008)

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.

I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch, Dr. Seuss

It has been a busy time in the ( Read more... )

Fear and Loathing in Vancouver: 1 Gentleman, 36 Knights, and a Fog Demon 11/28/2008

To fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting.

The Art of War, Sun Tzu

On November 28th 2008, Prince Graham Wellington hosted yet another gathering in the fine city ( Read more... )

Fear and Loathing in Vancouver 11/7/2008: Grande Ballo Edition

[OOC: Content Warning. This IC report contains many topics, discussions, and hyperlinks that might make you uncomfortable and quite possibly turn your hands hairy. Children do not try this at home.]

There was once a tradition of the passion play. And no, I’m not talking about Mel Gibson ( Read more... )

Fear and Loathing in Vancouver 10/25/2008 Sweet Memories

Some places just naturally gain a reputation for hospitality. When I heard that Vancouver in the Evergreen Rose Republic was going to throw a party, I started clearing my calendar.

The nightclub was properly dark and had a primal smell to it. The mortals were properly plied with libation and ( Read more... )