Friday, May 22, 2015

Music: Sheep Go To Heaven

...I can't believe I haven't posted this here before now. Apparently I haven't, though.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Welcome To The New Police State

I've been reading more about the Jade Helm / Martial Law / "invasion" theories, and the thing that fascinates me most is this: why do these people think that the federal (or state, or even local) government would require some sort of military exercise to impose harsh, restrictive laws on American citizens?

Such things could easily be (and have been, and are being) imposed through various legislatures and the courts. Human beings are adaptable; nobody is going to fight back if the changes are gradual enough, or can be written off as part of some noble effort. The War On Drugs, and its efforts to protect our freedom by jailing vast numbers of people for crimes that neither break their neighbor's legs nor pick their pockets, is an obvious and unlovely example of this. Why give away the game with a Dramatic Military Exercise?

It reeks of a poorly-run roleplaying game. The threat has to be obvious enough, dramatic enough, that even the Player Characters can recognize it. An esoteric legal decision? Who cares? Give us a military invasion, so we have something we can fight back against without having to think too hard.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Random Dialogue: Old Time Religion.

Bah. You kids don't know what it's like. In the old days, everyone had an altar, or at least a Circle, right in the back yard -- and the blood on 'em was always fresh. What're ye doin' now, eh? Tithin'? Ye think the mightiest care about yer money? Settin' out bowls of milk? Ye think the true powers get thirsty for that? Never. Prayin'? Ye've given the ones ye petition nay reason t'listen t'you. Ye can do better. Ye can all do better. Bring back that old time religion, and I promise ye, ye'll see. Things ye can barely dream about these days, wonders and glories. Drench the world in blood and pain, and the things that dwell outside it will respond.

Thursday, May 14, 2015


That time... that horrible time, foretold in the prophecy... it has come. It falls upon us like an avalanche, a flood, a typhoon; encircles us like a brushfire; smashes us flat like a giant radioactive monster; eats our brains like a plague of zombies. It scatters our plans and reveals all our attempts at preparation for the vain and foolish things they are. There is nothing but this -- this devouring, consuming horror -- and no way to escape it, no way out but forward. We will strive, and some of us -- a fraction of a fraction -- may endure. We carry forward the hopes of a dying world, an abandoned family, a forgotten loft bed. We fall helplessly into...

...The Busy Season!

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Forbidden Tomes of Eldritch Lore

We had to clean out some space on the shelves. In looking for things we could safely remove, we ran into a selection of old installation manuals that we'd put together a few years ago. We don't need them anymore, but for anyone who's wondered just how closely Information Technology work resembles Black Magic, well... here's a look at our grimoires:

Computer Science: Not That Different From Sorcery.