Lately I've...

( ...procrastrinated, moped and become disheveled )

Ah, the sunny days, the rainy days, the ever so slow swirling of the sands of time ( Read more... )

I've disappeared only to reappear in a world both fantastic and tear-jerkingly mundane. When a game starts feeling more like work than real work, what do you do?

Pain of Salvation owned. Next stop: Dream Theater and Symphony X in Helsinki on the 27th of September. I believe the expression I'm looking for right now is "a dream come true ( Read more... )

Days turn into weeks surprisingly quickly. You don't even notice the transition before one day looking at the calendar and being stunned by the amount of time that has passed. The staggering realization is - in my case, at least - most often coupled with a certain guilt concerning my level of accomplishment during said time. But failing at life is ( Read more... )

You don't need hallucinogenics for interesting effects. Just staring unblinkingly at a single point in a fractal poster can make it swim before your eyes. Tried it. Now feeling weird ( Read more... )

"I can't understand why you're growing your hair. Now not drinking I can understand, but this? When I heard about it from my man, I spent the whole day venting about it to him." Incredulity in her voice, like I had personally insulted her.

"Well, it's a bet," I reply by way of explanation.

"A bet?" Stunned disbelief ( Read more... )

Four weeks of my project down. One thirteenth of a year. Last friday it got serious and somehow got upgraded into a bet involving not only abstaining from alcohol but also from cutting my hair for the whole year with a bottle of Bowmore on the line. I suspect the latter will give me more trouble. Then again, only twelve thirteenths left, so it ( Read more... )

It didn't take me long to finish A Feast for Crows after my last writeup. The staggering magnitude of the series was highlighted when the book ended with an apology from the author. He had tried to include the undertakings of every major character but somewhere along the line the book had reached critical mass and split into two. So I have yet ( Read more... )

Some eight hundred pages into A Feast for Crows I've developed a penchant for communication ye olde style. Not lance and destrier, of course (that would be just brutish), but an english mangled beyond the comfortable conventions of the 21st century. It might be considered a literary cheap trick (my first encounter with the concept of ancestral ( Read more... )

"I woke up today expecting to find all that I sought --"
Somehow I've been unable to smile today. I flopped out of bed, limp like a rotten fish, around two pm with my mood as bleak as the clouded skies outside. After breakfast I just watched time drift by like broken pieces of flotsam after a flood. My head and back have been aching all day ( Read more... )