Your mouth denies, The emptiness in your eyes, A soul asunder.
Dreamers we are, blessed and cursed.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Spectacular

Is really all I have to say about yesterday/today.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

So, I'd like to apologize for never blogging about cool stuff.
I know you guys must hate reading this things so..I'll stop.
K bye.

-Between the crosses, row on row.-

At the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, the Armistice was signed. Bringing an end to one of the most horrifying chapters of human history.

It has been ninety one years since the end of World War I. Somehow, humanity hasn't learnt it's lesson. World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iraq. Humans continue to throw each other, at each other, to die.

Today, I personally intend to spend the day remembering those brave souls who gave all that they had to defend freedom and peace, as best as they knew how.

Remembering the fallen of the past, remembering the fallen of the present.

Mourning the fallen yet to come.

I for one will be bowing my head at the eleventh hour, this eleventh day of this eleventh month of this year two thousand and nine. To remember those who gave their lives.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Dreamers Delecation

Figured out the name of my computer last night.

Very bizarre way to find out really.

Had a dream, my computer was there. I could talk to my computer. It talked back.

Scottish accent.

His name is Seamus O' Callaghan.

He's a bit of a jerk.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Enter

Life goal for next year.

Two costumes for Halloween.

Bumble bee.

Black metal musician.

Not at the same time, that's ridiculous.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Early morning exposition

The Expedition

Excerpt from the above. (It won't make nearly as much sense to you as it does to me, as I have played the games associated with. In retrospect, this won't really make any sense at all. I will also link the games. Just in case you are a cool person and want to be entertained by entertainment.)


"When I am taken, all my memories will fade, crowded out by eternal suffering. My imagination takes over and I see myself struggling through the body of the King, wracked with agonies and unable to remember any other existence. I know that I will have no more thoughts of freedom or safety or home because my very understanding of the concepts will be lost to me and it hurts.

But for now I am a man and my mind is still my own. I am still a rifleman of Captain Troughton’s Special Brigade. I am still an Englishman in the service of the Ministry of Occultism. They sent us here to write reports. So this is my report. I know it will never be read and it hurts"




Also, here are the games. They are spectacular, I adored them. Do it up.

The Chzo Mythos Games

Monday, October 26, 2009

Day two

Of my foray into the world of the working man.

I have begun working full time. So forty hours a week. I'm not quite sure what I think of it yet.

It kills any sort of evening activities, but it makes my weekends completely available. Which is of course quite lovely.

There isn't really any other news. I haven't really pulled any supremely interesting thoughts away from this week. Although there is always the potential for more. I do work with Ken this week, and he does happen to be a primary source of bouncing ideas off of.