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Food

Something that really annoys me is this idea that some vegan and vegetarians that they are in some way superior to those that eat meat. I know that most people don't hold this view but it is one that I encounter again and again. I hear the same sentiments expressed by these people over and over as well. "Well, you know, I don't eat anything that's alive." or "I'd never eat anything that breathes!" as they scarf down every plant imaginable.

The thing with eating is, it always creates death. No matter what you eat, you're killing and then consuming something. whether that thing be a pig/cow/fish or a head of lettuce/beat/carrot etc. Just because plants aren't fuzzy and warm and they don't have eyes doesn't mean they aren't alive. Studies have shown that plants have feelings, they might be able to feel pain. Interestingly plants produce oxygen while all animals, including us, only produce waste and carbon dioxide.

Just a reminder, I…

Random Quotes and Poems

Ever reeking from the vales of earth
Ascends to us life's fevered surge,
Wealth's excess, the rage of dearth,
Smoke of death meals on the gallows verge;
Greed without end, imprisoned air;
Murderers' hands, usurers' hands, hands of prayer;
Exhales in featid breath the swarm
Whipped on by fear and lust, blood raw, blood warm,
Breathing blessedness and savage heats,
Eating itself and spewing what it eats,
Hatching war and lovely art,
Decking out with idiot craze
Bawdy houses while they blaze,
Through the childish fair-time mart
Weltering to its own decay
In the glare of pleasure's way,
Rising for each newborn and then
Sinking for each to dust again.

But we above you ever more residing
In the ether's star translumined ice
Know not day nor night nor time's dividing,
Wear nor age nor sex for our device.
All your sins and anguish self-affrighting,
Your murders and lascivious delighting
Are to us but as a show
Like the suns that circling go,
Changing not our day for night;
On your frenzied l…

Pretensions in the Craft

As I wait, tortuously, for a reply from a magazine, I was struck recently by something a friend of mine said while we were having some coffee. "Writers," he said, "are mostly full of themselves."

"Well," I said, "of course they are." Everyone wants to be the next Hemingway, or Dickens and in that reaching to the heights some actually believe they are the next great author. Pretension runs high in all forms of art and all artists are either a little pretentious and a touch humble, or a little humble and mostly pretentious. Though it seems to me---maybe because I'm around more writers than visual artists, maybe because I've been lucky and have meet mostly decent people---that writers tend towards pretension more than others.

Why is that? It's not as though this is a particularly hard thing to do. Well, of course it is a hard thing to do. A hard, tiring, awful, remorseless thing to do to you and your mind. But really there isn't mu…

Thoughts and an Apology

I like to think that the people that read my blog are a pack of roving Steppenwolves, wandering aimlessly through a world that is far too strict and set in its ways to really take notice of these strange, lonely people. I like to think that some of you are writers and artists yourselves, come to gloat or share in my strangeness for a while. That you are languid sleepers wandering into my home in a torpor, come to ask advice and simply enjoy yourselves---at least, that's what I hope it's like. I don't want this to be about me (even though it's my blog...) for some reason I could never have something like that. I would much rather it be a place where you can share and talk and feel free to criticize me, to share your work, your feelings and thoughts just as I do. I want it to be that. I want it to be that all you strange wanderers into the dark and weird can have a place where for a moment you can share in something that perhaps you wouldn't be able to before.

I'…

Writing Fanfiction - Something I never thought I'd do

Some months ago I couldn't write anything. For a long time it felt like I was utterly useless. When I could write all that came out was pitiful little sentences barely worth the pleasure of being destroyed. It wasn't long into this little affair with writer's block that I started to write a little Fallout fanfiction story to pass the time. Now I have nothing wrong with fanfiction, in fact many of my dearest friends write fanfiction and do a damn good job at it, I was just never that into fanfiction. Never read it much, never took much interest in them.

Most, as I'm sure you're aware, aren't the best when it comes to grammar, plot, character, or simple set-pieces, and I was never interested in a hundred stories about this person falling in love with this man etc. etc. So when I started to write this little story I knew what I didn't want it to be and I had a vague idea of what I did. In the end I found I really enjoyed writing it, it's a fun story, it…

Great thing about 40k

"40k is among these infinite universes like a diamond in the ruff, standing as a testament to the resilience and tenacity of the human race. As it wheels into view, the very fabric of this universe looks frayed, desperate, like a piece of rope straining under a heavy load, but which refuses to snap. Nowhere else is our dogged determination to survive against all odds so plainly displayed, or so harshly put to the test. They may not be “real” in the way we normally use the word, but the souls who exist within that bleak reality are still to be both pitied and admired. Across the omniverse of myth and legend, created and sustained by those of us lucky (or unlucky, as the case may be) enough to live in the “real” world, 40K shines forth as a beacon of inspiration to us all, as an example of courage and, if not hope, at least stubborn defiance in the face of inevitability. Most people say that 40K is grimdark. I disagree. 40K is the poem "Do not go gentle in…