He sits in his room, silent but for the irregular stirrings of the central air. His room is a mess, simply because it's always a mess, but something about it rather bothers him tonight. His sister just got engaged, not two minutes ago- it'd been his idea that his sister's boyfriend give her the ring at midnight, "since they'd be snogging anyway." ( Read more... )

Well, Thanksgiving's over. So I've made it past hump one. Come this Friday, I can pretty much be certain that I will be entering my requisite holiday depression. Because this Friday is my birthday, and is, thus, two weeks from the Funk Zone. So if I act moody sometime between now and next year, just... ignore it. It's natural. The world really ( Read more... )

Well, Travis the Turd just stopped by to pick up Halo 2. He knew he was going to get a copy of Halo 2, as I bought a pre-order of it for his birthday. What he DIDN'T know was that, since I'm chummy with the people at Video Games Etc., I was able to get him the super-special Collectors' Edition of the game, rather than the standard version everyone ( Read more... )

I have good news. Great news, maybe. Unless you're afraid of what would happen if I had a real voice in the world ( Read more... )

Nothing of great importance here. Just letting those interested know that I bought APC's new CD, Emotive, and it's pretty amazing. The new track, "Passive," is pretty good and does very well to string things together. Their cover of "Imagine" is the stuff of dreams. Though I must say the best part of the CD are the last three tracks. The first is " ( Read more... )

Help me out, here. Ambien is a sleeping pill.

Why does the commercial feel the need to list "drowsiness" as a "potential side-effect?"

I get the call in Cairo. The phone is always waiting for me. I can barely hear the man on the other end, this man I've known for years, the years that have put me on airplanes and camel backs and ferryboats and hydrofoils, the years that I've felt erode my face with pain and fatigue. I have no idea how many such calls I've gotten since I started ( Read more... )

Quod tacitum velis esse, nemini dixeris. Si tibi ipsi non imperasti, quomodo ab aliis silentium speras?

-Seneca, Proverbs, 16

Recently, however, there has been another setting that seems to be competing for attention. The House of Death, like The Mall, is named such because I'm rarely creative after being woken up from a nightmare. The House of Death, as I have mentioned before, is a manse converted into an abottoir of sorts, a place for people to come and kill themselves ( Read more... )

Mentioned in my last entry was a setting called the House of Death. Clichéd name it may have, it is one of two settings that occur regularly in my dreams. The first to occur was simply called The Mall. The second was the aforementioned House of Death. I know of these primarily because I don't remember normal dreams very often, but I often remember ( Read more... )