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.


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…

Warhammer gush

It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor of Mankind has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Terra. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of His inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the vast Imperium of Man for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day so that He may never truly die.Yet even in His deathless state, the Emperor continues His eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in His name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst His soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planeta…


So, in the world of Warhammer 40K, a sci-fi universe, there's a group called the Adeptus Mechanicus which are basically tech-worshiping cultists that are dedicated to the preservation and gathering of technology and knowledge. They consider human and organic life to be naturally inferior to technology and mechanical creations, they go so far as to replace organs and parts of their bodies with machine and tech parts to better understand the technological world and the workings of things like computers. Their leader is basically no longer human, only having a human heart and brain, as far as I can figure. They also use modified and lobotomized humans as slaves and test subjects if need be.

One of the main objectives of this cult is the preservation of ancient technology---in this world that means anything from a toaster or computer to massive mechs, spaceships, laser death rays, teleporters and other kinds of hulking warmachines---a goal they take completely seriously…

Ashrama - Opening scene.

There will come soft rains,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white.

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
                --Sara Teasdale.

Ayu stood at the base of a great river preforming his morning ablutions.
    In the distance he could see the sun like a raising haze of glory before the land. It’s warm light glided over the water, coloring the old hermit in bright rainbow particles that light up his time worn skin.
    He bowed, said a prayer to Ganga, even though this wasn’t really the river Ganges, he was grateful all the same.
    He was a wiry skeleton of a man, his sunburnt skin and wrinkled skin bare to the world, his only cove…

Thomas Paine - A Short Bit on Government

In the words of Thomas Pain in his pamphlet, Common Sense;

"Some writers have so confounded society with government, as to leave little or no distinction between them; whereas, they are not only different, but have different origins. Society is produced by our wants, and government  by our wickedness; the former promotes our happiness positively by uniting our affections, the latter negatively by restraining our vices. The one encourages intercourse, the other creates distinctions. The first is a patron, the last is a punisher.

Society in every state is a blessing, but Government even in its best state is but a necessary evil..."

Important to remember, I think.