Interests:All the things Mama didn't want you to see. Expertise:All the things Mama didn't want you to do. Occupation:All the business Mama didn't w Industry:All the things Mama didn't wan
Adult Swim is running it's old line-up tonight. I can't tell if their old line-up was so good or if their new line-up is so bad, but this is so very much better. Maybe it's a little bit of both columns.
Since I've finished the book I was reading, I need to figure out to read next. Part of me wants to read the rest of the Lord of the Rings. The other part wants to read some Warhammer 40k tripe. Then there's that part of me, the part I try desperately to silence for being a pretentious asshole, that wants to read a real book.
Should anyone have a suggestion, I would be all for it.
AND THEN This is the fucking funniest thing I have seen in ages:
It's amazing how fast one can learn the word for "grenade" in another language.
This post was about S.T.A.L.K.E.R., shining beacon of modern PC gaming that it is, but now it is about something different.
It is now about The Hobbit.
I just finished reading it not too long ago, and was thoroughly enamored with it's sense of whimsy.
DO NOT JUDGE ME.
It's interesting in how it seemed as though it was written with the full intention of it becoming an instant classic. Often it seemed like Tolkien was telling the story in the same way as one recounting a favorite tale to someone who has heard it so many times that they know it even better then the teller.
On other fronts, I have a play that's mostly done. I seriously might post it one of these days. Seriously.
I've been writing (or at least working on) some horror stuff lately. This leads to me keeping odd hours. I guess it comes with the territory.
Rossz Csillag Allat Szuletett by Venetian Snares has been getting a lotta spin time lately. If you are a good person who likes good things, it's entirely possible that you will like it.
P.S. This post is and forever has been about S.T.A.L.K.E.R.
