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sick makes word thing small fail
I called in sick to work. I hate calling in sick. I like work ( Read more... ) -
if I autotuned my sneezing
I am sick and miserable ( Read more... ) -
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5 minutes of internet left, and I am not at all caught up on all your posts, but I just thought I would let you all know that it is quite nice here, and I have mostly not gone insane. Miss you! -
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My collection of books always ends up so much more ordered in boxes than it ever was on shelves. Of course, taxonomy pulls against physicality: Peake needs to go with Mieville, who needs to be housed with Gaiman, but do they fit?
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Cellos.
Least was one of the first to go, or at least one of the first that people noticed. But most thought it a stunt ( Read more... ) -
The Plan
A few weeks ago S and I went south to check out the place where I will be living in the March-May period, working on some sort of literary whatsit. It is a caravan sitting in a nice little block of land upon which my parents hope to someday build a house (I’ll be surveying autumnal sun-patterns and maybe fixing some stuff whilst I’m there ( Read more... ) -
Flotilla.
Just recently I have been playing Brendan Chung’s Flotilla, which has some interesting narrative design. The game at its heart is about turn-based space combat (the design of which is elegant, but it could do with better camera controls), but the framing story is that you are a spaceship captain with seven months to live, and are determined to make ( Read more... ) -
Mogwai
"Iggy Pop could talk this way because there was a gap to bridge, a desperate chasm, a vacuum of understanding. The gap is still there, but there’s no hope of crossing it anymore because people think they already understand. They do understand, but they understand wrong. There isn’t a chasm anymore, it’s worse than that. There’s an impermeable ( Read more... )
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