Dwarf Fortress.

They might as well have called it “The Talented Mr Ripley II”

What a great movie.

Also, I so called it.

Sore and sleepy, dry.
nights of success, walls and floors
merchants of chaos.

but will we go out?
much daylight wasted in bed,
or cheek caressed.

fingers exploring,
now my head on a platter.
darkness, joy, warmth.

short days and night trips.
Teenage flutists and dress shoes.
Fancy laddies night.

Existential Angst? Who cares.
World in spiral towards collapse? Uninteresting.
Lack of Social Justice? Put ‘em chains.
Portal 2? Better than the Rapture!
Valve says “This Holiday Season” looking at the official Valve Time wiki that means “Fall of Next Year”
Wohoooo Fall of Next Year Portal 2 excellent! party time!

It’s been a little spooky how good things are going right now.

Chat poem, as best as I can remember it.

golden belly flat,

hip bone lanterns, almond eyes,

pancakes, coffee?

Elephants never forgive.

“I cannot dream, but I remember dreaming/

and in that dream a man stands, still.”

We do not forget, and we cannot forgive, and none of us are as cruel as all of us.

We remember in our toes, every day is a ritual of remembrance, a beat of our heart is a song of remembering.

We will not forget, not tomorrow, or the next day, one day too the stars too will die and we will remain, remembering.

———–

I had the most amazing New Years Eve, thanks to a local friend who took me to the hidden fairytale masquerade ball party to end all parties. Like being 17 again, but with more bonfire and live music.

———–

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?

CHORUS:

For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
and surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot,
sin auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.

CHORUS

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
and gie’s a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

If you loved Dr Horrible’s Sing A Long Blog, You Love this.

It May not be work safe, but it is definitely PG.

It’s a special kind of International Non-Relevance that I’ve achieved here with visitors from Bonneuil sur Marne (Paris),  Thanh Pho Ho Chi Minh (Ho Chi Minh City yo!) and Budapest (I don’t know if it’s from Buda or Pest). Of course they left imediately, but who cares, wooo hooooo I am on the map!

Welcome, I’d like to introduce you to one A. Surly Muffin.

Welcome Gentle-persons.

I have put my hat in the ring for a fairly new (10 week old kitten). I look forward to the news.