Ok, a long quote is coming! In my youth (and to some extent even now) I identify with this bit. My school wasn't as class-conscious as Orwell's St. Cyprian, but it was a small rural Lutheran 'free' school (as opposed to a state-run school). There was the Lord's Prayer at the morning assembly, and the feeling that while they couldn't make us wear ( Read more... )

A Spanish short film from 1972. It is a creepy and absurd piece and probably an allegory as well.

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Awesome game session the other night! Our fearless heroes (Spectre, Doc Shocks and Monolith) went toe-to-toe with a many-limbed, napalm-spitting kaiju on a collision course with scenic Canvey Island!
As if that wasn't enough, the dastardly Leprechaun and his cohorts appeared on a rainbow and began messing up an already messed-up situation. Add to ( Read more... )

I love living in the future. Just finished a hangout session with a dear friend I don't see often enough. 

Great Hangout game tonight. Once again our supers (Spectre, Doc Shocks and Monolith) defended London against miscreants. This time it was a whole terraced house full of powered terrorists with a bomb lab in the basement. Of course everything went ka-bloey. Monolith tried using a banister to pole-vault over an unstable floor, and feel like an anvil ( Read more... )

I felt like I should follow up on this.
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“Asleep, he inhaled the scent of clean laundry, which was the most beautiful odor in the world. Clean laundry smelled like sunshine, fresh air, and good health. This lovely smell contained a hint of the celestial, of the better world that heaven is said to be. It would be presumptuous to speak of angels, but if angels wore robes, those robes would ( Read more... )

We celebrated my dad's birthday today. The brunch buffet is really a challenge to culinary mores and decency. You're faced with possibilities you did not dream of, like "I actually COULD smother my sticky bun in béarnaise sauce, or pour maple syrup on my pommes rösti...". It is a Babylon of food! With empty eyes and scrambled egg-smeared cheeks we ( Read more... )

You know what it's like when a cyclops throws a cocktail party for giants, and the only reason they ignore you is that you're so small? How you stare up into those grotesquely exaggerated faces and shudder?

And you know how you walk down to the swimming pool, and find that it is full of sad children's ghosts, all gauzy and pale? And then do you know ( Read more... )

The Grey Emperor looms over existence, the specter of despotism and war. He has brought down the Seers of Khaa with schemes as convoluted as any they could ever contrive. They search for hollow knowledge and silent words, their wisdom turning fallow from disuse.

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