It seems like there’s a flurry of activity in every facet of my life. If I were ruler of some mystical kingdom just beyond the Scintillating Sea, I might take a survey of my domain. I would discover the palace architects busy with a strange House that kept changing appearance and dimensions. The money counters are wringing their hands, suggesting we tax the peasants more, raid several neighboring kingdoms for gold, or at least beseech those that tread in heavenly realms for a boon. The royal chef is preparing strange foreign meals for the king’s whimsical diet. The High Dreamers awake daily to record detailed accounts of their journeys through the sliding seafoam beaches of silver worlds. New orders arrive regularly for the court artists, requests for portraits and windows that burn with cryptic sigils. The ambassador entertains queens visiting from faraway realms while the jester dances with the cats. The king stands in his empty bedchamber and stares out across the landscape, imagining a quiet cottage on a hill where none of the clocks work.
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Men: 3 Women: 6,873,044
Had one of those conversations last night which reaffirmed my theory that women are actually an ancient and wise race who conquered the planet long ago only to have their power usurped by an ad hoc uprising of male football watchers who tricked them with flowers and chocolate.
Fnord
I was just washing my hands and I noticed that the soap pump was labelled “Antibacterial Nano Foam.” I thought that was pretty hip until I glanced back and it now just read “Antibacterial Hand Soap.” Ah well.
Not so Doomed
I usually need about a day to go through a sort of token ritual of panic. Somehow I am not all that concerned. Things have a way of working out if you are open to them. I am reminded of the story of the three men busy playing cards when someone runs up to announce that the world is coming to an end. The first man says “Oh no! I will run home and hide!” The second says, “I will spend all my money on women and spirits.” The third lays down a card and says, “I will finish the game.”
I will finish the game.
Doomed
I just lost my main client and the monthly salary that pays a majority of my bills. I’m still in shock. All of my big plans for this year kind of depended on having enough income to live on. Now I’ll be back to scrabbling for jobs just to survive each month.
Manic Sunday
A manic day. Felt annoyance and even hatred for people I cared about. Cussed out a virtual stranger. Everything was overwhelming and full of possibility. Ideas unspooled from my mind, tangent upon tangent, a fractured window of possibility. Couldn’t ignore anything. Magazines unfolded the future, foretelling all manner of innovations. Couldn’t *not* think about it. Playtested the game again and things kept creeping in from the edges of the rooms, things that weren’t there, could never be there. Wine to take the edge off things. Drove home and chatted with new astonishlingly gorgeous neighbor. Sit in my apartment and sigh about distances measured in every possible way.
Listening to Haughty Melodic
Tremendous Brunettes
– Mike Doughty
All them tremendous brunettes around…
Slow down, don’t fuck with my high
I want to be left alone here with my monsters and
Say, now it’s time to ride
To see lovely girls and to not put the moves on them
Praise now the baby genius
She skips in the shade of the lonely sour apple tree
While she snaps on her gum
Her gleaming teeth bared and the shine that she shows to me
All of your ill-gotten gains
That you have whipped up to a rich, foamy lather, girl
Nameless gnaw of my pains
Like three hundred trumpets, and just one is out of tune
Crisis Free Zone
So this new year’s eve I forgot about my wedding anniversary and didn’t kiss anyone and almost have sex and didn’t get drunk or fall into despair and didn’t have my heart broken. Sounds like it will be a good year.
Happy New Year!
I don’t make new year’s resolutions. I just like to believe in things enough to make them happen. So this year I think I’ll publish a game and fall in love and be more still and be more me.
Have a good one, everybody! Don’t die.
One is the Lonliest Number
10:57 and I can’t sleep.
Is loneliness a kind of survival instinct, a desire to rejoin the strong numbers of the tribe for fear of the wolves? Is loneliness a product of our modern society? Technology allows vast numbers of the unfit and unhealthy to survive on their own.
We’re not born alone and we usually grow up in some kind of group. Even if you’re grown in a Hasbro gene vat, there’s a few other backup copies in there too. But where is the tribe now? We’re letting technology create these new templates simply for the sake of it. Paradigms aren’t shifting because we’re on the cusp of some new era. It’s because someone is selling something. And all blog irony aside, we’re a generation away from forgetting what we offered up on the altar in exchange for our digital “communities.”