This morning I had a weird moment of gnostic crisis as I passed by a leaf hanging from a spiderweb. At least, I perceived it that way. I couldn't actually see the thread, the leaf appeared to be floating in the air. It wasn't necessarily swaying in a way to imply that it was suspended, but maybe the line went down to the bottom.
As I didn't verify this, for all i know it could be held up by magic. I was tempted to go back and test this theory, but I was
a) in a hurry
b) unsure I wanted to dispel the illusion...
What does it say if I'm afraid to test whether something is really magic or not? I know spiderwebs exist, it doesn't bother me especially. Am I concerned about confronting myself with the idea that magic doesn't?
Should have taken a photo
I know this isn't a freaking novel. At least it's not more offsite links.
I can hold my head still
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
my new desktop image
Sorry for another link this morning
honestly i am planning on doing some writing this weekend.
isn't anyone noticing my blatant whitespace?
sweeter each season..
Friday, October 24, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
close to home...
continuing with the linkage because my brain isn't working..
i really recommend the escapist this week
they have a series of articles on "god" games... I was thinking the other night about reinstalling Black & White.
building a big boat to leave here for good
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
About which I am still confused about.
Ending sentences with prepositions...
I've been fighting an uphill battle in my own speech lately, trying not to end sentences with "of, about, under, off, at", and other relational items.
You see, the problem is that I'm speaking a bastardized germanic pigdin created so romanized angles and their saxon neighbors could sell sheep to one another.
Oh, and I've been sick in the sense of "long string of coughs followed by blowing my nose like a foghorn". My co-workers haven't been amused.
this man is a genius
I've been fighting an uphill battle in my own speech lately, trying not to end sentences with "of, about, under, off, at", and other relational items.
You see, the problem is that I'm speaking a bastardized germanic pigdin created so romanized angles and their saxon neighbors could sell sheep to one another.
Oh, and I've been sick in the sense of "long string of coughs followed by blowing my nose like a foghorn". My co-workers haven't been amused.
this man is a genius
Friday, October 10, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Positive thought.
No, really!
(pic taken of establishment on north 99 in Everett. Haven't been there, but I'm sure they're great people)
(pic taken of establishment on north 99 in Everett. Haven't been there, but I'm sure they're great people)
Monday, October 6, 2008
Mmm.. Comfy.
Not from me playing dwarf fortress. Don't have time. Instead I read about other people playing.
Here's a shovel, can you dig it fool?
Friday, October 3, 2008
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