( warning: heavy world of warcraft geekiness )

my memory is deep, like a yawning rent in the earth.

It surprises me, how very deep it runs. Sometimes a trapdoor in my mind will open, and then another, and another.

Just like staring into a mirror within a mirror - or my reflection in the eyes of those I care about.

since I posted...

I'm alive, new job, lots o stuff goin on.

I dont really feel like posting right now, so the story will have to wait until either you see me in person or if I feel like emitting/spewing etc

hope yall pixel peeps are good.

a fun fact:

Recovering from an alcoholic blackout and being confronted with a weeks worth of bugs is not a fun way to spend your last day of work.

last few books I (re)read ( Read more... )

Theyre sticklers about access control here ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, a modern souless automaton sprung fully-formed from the head of Zeus ( Read more... )

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I am an expert programmer ( Read more... )

So there's my undead female toon (Scarymary), in the world of warcraft, standing by the pool on the middle rise in Thunder Bluff. Just doing a little fishing ( Read more... )