Archive for month: August, 2015
Damn. I’ve just gotten the Lovecraft reference in Song of Ice and Fire. o_o
The Ironborn worship the Drowned God and say “What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger.”
And Lovecraft wrote that Cthulhu slumbers beneath the waves, and that it is written in the Necronomicon “That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die.”
Cthulhu-Vikings! Mind. Blown.
Well played, Martin. Well played.
Join me next week, when I figure out more obvious things years after the fact.*
*In my own defense, I actually haven’t read much Lovecraft. I find his writing painful. Picked up the Mythos from pop culture, mostly.
Cyberpunks and Shadowrunners, it’s time to head to Hong Kong!
Let me kick off my Gamescom posts by sharing the piece I wrote for IGN on our trip, the motivation behind it, who went etc. In later posts I’ll talk about my experiences, personally.
I think I’ve mentioned this before, but System Crash is such a big project that I can’t hold all of it in my head at once.
The downside of this is that I keep having to relearn parts of my code. “Oh, that’s what I was doing here” etc.
The upside is that occasionally I’ll read a line of dialogue I forgot I wrote and think “Not bad, laddie, not bad at all!”
I’ve been back a week now. But you’ll have to bear with me, I was utterly shattered when I got home, so for most of this week I’ve been doing little besides my day job, spending time with Michelle and sleeping.
I’ll report back on Gamescom soon, I promise. In the mean time, here’s a video of some cool cosplay. I can’t believe the Transformer didn’t cap it off, Iron Man is cool but that costume blew all the others away. I’ll post pics when I get a chance.
I may be a little absent-minded. Or, as my mother affectionately puts it: “Too heavenly-minded to be any earthly use.”
Decided that, since I’ll be in Germany for a week, it would be a good idea to buy an extra pair of jeans. Go with Michelle to the mall this morning to, among other things, buy said jeans. Return home, completely forgot to buy jeans.
Procrastinate for an hour before reluctantly getting up to head back to the mall. Just before I step out the door, I check my other pair for size…and see another pair of jeans next to it.
No, it can’t be…it is.
An identical pair of jeans. Which I forgot I bought with the first pair.
I feel somewhat sheepish, I’ll admit.