Ah... spring time. The month of April is nearly over, and a boy's fancy turns toward those things that all boys dream of when spring is ending and summer is on the doorstep. Movies. What did you think I was going to say?
Last year on my old blog, I wrote a summer preview called, predictably, "Summer Movies I Hope Don't Suck." It was a smash hit! The page hits were off the scale. Ok, they were off the scale if the scale only went from one to eight, but still! Nine hits on one article? This sort of audience response demanded a repeat. And so here is "Summer Movies I Hope Don't Suck - 2012."
A bit of incidental trivia: last year I wrote this post on April 29. Cool, huh?
Monday, April 30, 2012
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Book Review: Star Wars - The Old Republic: Revan
Another book review. I've changed the way I do the reviews a bit, and I'm in the process of trying to make them better. Be patient with me, yeah?
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Star Wars - The Old Republic: Revan, by Drew Karpyshyn
This would be the first book that I approach in my new format. So here goes...
From the book’s back cover:
There’s something out there: a juggernaut of evil bearing down to crush the Republic—unless one lone Jedi, shunned and reviled, can stop it.
Revan: hero, traitor, conqueror, villain, savior. A Jedi who left Coruscant to defeat Mandalorians—and returned a disciple of the dark side, bent on destroying the Republic. The Jedi Council gave Revan his life back, but the price of redemption was high. His memories have been erased. All that’s left are nightmares—and deep, abiding fear.
What exactly happened beyond the Outer Rim? Revan can’t quite remember, yet can’t entirely forget. Somehow he stumbled across a terrible secret that threatens the very existence of the Republic. With no idea what it is, or how to stop it, Revan may very well fail, for he’s never faced a more powerful and diabolic enemy. But only death can stop him from trying.
Synopsis:
Star Wars - The Old Republic: Revan is a book that would be considered part of the so-called “EU” (the European Union? No, not quite), or “Expanded Universe” of Star Wars. These are books, comic books and games and other various things that take the basic premises of the Star Wars films and expand upon them. In this case, the book in question is based on a popular series of video/computer games that had their story arc written (at least in part) by the author of this book, Drew Karpyshyn. For the curious among you, those games were the Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic RPG games for PC/Xbox, and the new PC-based MMORPG titled The Old Republic. These games follow the story of a fallen Jedi named Revan, who went off to fight the Mandalorians, or Boba Fett’s great-great-great-great.....and then some.....grandparents.
This would be the first book that I approach in my new format. So here goes...
From the book’s back cover:
There’s something out there: a juggernaut of evil bearing down to crush the Republic—unless one lone Jedi, shunned and reviled, can stop it.
Revan: hero, traitor, conqueror, villain, savior. A Jedi who left Coruscant to defeat Mandalorians—and returned a disciple of the dark side, bent on destroying the Republic. The Jedi Council gave Revan his life back, but the price of redemption was high. His memories have been erased. All that’s left are nightmares—and deep, abiding fear.
What exactly happened beyond the Outer Rim? Revan can’t quite remember, yet can’t entirely forget. Somehow he stumbled across a terrible secret that threatens the very existence of the Republic. With no idea what it is, or how to stop it, Revan may very well fail, for he’s never faced a more powerful and diabolic enemy. But only death can stop him from trying.
Synopsis:
Star Wars - The Old Republic: Revan is a book that would be considered part of the so-called “EU” (the European Union? No, not quite), or “Expanded Universe” of Star Wars. These are books, comic books and games and other various things that take the basic premises of the Star Wars films and expand upon them. In this case, the book in question is based on a popular series of video/computer games that had their story arc written (at least in part) by the author of this book, Drew Karpyshyn. For the curious among you, those games were the Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic RPG games for PC/Xbox, and the new PC-based MMORPG titled The Old Republic. These games follow the story of a fallen Jedi named Revan, who went off to fight the Mandalorians, or Boba Fett’s great-great-great-great.....and then some.....grandparents.
This storyline featuring Revan is supposed to be thousands of
years before Luke Skywalker blows up the Death Star. Life isn’t too
terribly different back in Revan’s day than it is in the prequel Star Wars
movies. We've got it all. Lightsabers,
the Force, droids, hyperspace travel, and stuff like that. In fact, you
can’t help but wonder if progress is an unattainable goal for these folks in
the Star Wars universe. Once they got the Force, they stopped needing to
do anything else that was cool. But that is beyond the point of this
review, I suppose.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Book Review: Watership Down, by Richard Adams
I've been keeping a low profile for a little while since the semester ended. I've had this book review done for a bit, but haven't gotten around to posting it. But here it is.
Oh, and as a side note, I recently received a semi-complaint that this blog had turned into nothing but book reviews. Yeah, that has been about all I've had time or energy for lately. Not to put it in a grouchy way... well, yeah - to put it in a grouchy way, if you don't like what I'm doing, there is a big wide internet out there. Don't let the firewall hit you in the butt on the way to someplace less mundane. I'll get to the exciting stuff when I am darn good and ready.
Ok, enough drama.
Watership Down: A Novel, by Richard Adams
I think that when you review a book that many consider a classic, you have to be careful. Granted, people can call a Harlequin Romance novel of one particular title or another a “classic,” and perhaps in the eye of the beholder it may be so. But in this particular case, the book is one that many people seem to consider to be a seminal classic, and so reviewing it can be a bit dicey. If you didn’t like the book, you can say that, but you may be taken as one of those people who are just being “avant garde” or being obstinate for the sake of it. Know what I mean?
On the other hand, if you like the book, you are just one more in a long string of people who laud the thing and that isn’t terribly original, now is it? What is an amateur reviewer to do? Well, the best thing to do would be to get this review out of the way quickly, and be done with it. I considered doing a “dual review” of this one since the book was made into a film in the 1970s, but... well, to be honest, I don’t feel like re-visiting Watership Down. It’s over for me, and I’m frankly glad.
Don’t get me wrong, the book was good. I just didn’t really hang on every word. Well, let me change that statement. I didn’t hang on every word except for in a few specific spots. I think Adams’s best material was when he was having his rabbit characters tell their mythology about “El-ahrairah” (that’s El-Rey-Rah from the pronunciation I got on the tape I was listening to), a trickster lord of rabbits who forms a sort of “hero” for all rabbit-kind. Him and the Black Rabbit of Inle, who was quite cool for a rabbit. Sort of the rabbit version of Hades, you might say. But I’m getting away from the review here.
Oh, and as a side note, I recently received a semi-complaint that this blog had turned into nothing but book reviews. Yeah, that has been about all I've had time or energy for lately. Not to put it in a grouchy way... well, yeah - to put it in a grouchy way, if you don't like what I'm doing, there is a big wide internet out there. Don't let the firewall hit you in the butt on the way to someplace less mundane. I'll get to the exciting stuff when I am darn good and ready.
Ok, enough drama.
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I think that when you review a book that many consider a classic, you have to be careful. Granted, people can call a Harlequin Romance novel of one particular title or another a “classic,” and perhaps in the eye of the beholder it may be so. But in this particular case, the book is one that many people seem to consider to be a seminal classic, and so reviewing it can be a bit dicey. If you didn’t like the book, you can say that, but you may be taken as one of those people who are just being “avant garde” or being obstinate for the sake of it. Know what I mean?
On the other hand, if you like the book, you are just one more in a long string of people who laud the thing and that isn’t terribly original, now is it? What is an amateur reviewer to do? Well, the best thing to do would be to get this review out of the way quickly, and be done with it. I considered doing a “dual review” of this one since the book was made into a film in the 1970s, but... well, to be honest, I don’t feel like re-visiting Watership Down. It’s over for me, and I’m frankly glad.
Don’t get me wrong, the book was good. I just didn’t really hang on every word. Well, let me change that statement. I didn’t hang on every word except for in a few specific spots. I think Adams’s best material was when he was having his rabbit characters tell their mythology about “El-ahrairah” (that’s El-Rey-Rah from the pronunciation I got on the tape I was listening to), a trickster lord of rabbits who forms a sort of “hero” for all rabbit-kind. Him and the Black Rabbit of Inle, who was quite cool for a rabbit. Sort of the rabbit version of Hades, you might say. But I’m getting away from the review here.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Relieved Thoughts from the White Board - April 21
I've sort of dropped out of sight for a bit, as the semester has officially ended. Whew! I was starting to wonder if it'd ever come around, or if this past year would just keep going, Energizer Bunny-style...
Anyway, I do still have one last paper to polish off, so I'll make this quick and then get to it. That darn book review for my Modern Middle Eastern History class. Work this week was real busy and I didn't get a chance to finish the paper yet, but I'm almost there, and my professor said I could take until the weekend. So I better just get it done.
Anyway, I do still have one last paper to polish off, so I'll make this quick and then get to it. That darn book review for my Modern Middle Eastern History class. Work this week was real busy and I didn't get a chance to finish the paper yet, but I'm almost there, and my professor said I could take until the weekend. So I better just get it done.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Tax-related Thoughts from the White Board? - April 17
So... Happy Tax Day, yall!
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Opinionated Thoughts from the White Board - April 15
Technically its tax day, and only two days from my sweetheart's birthday. And its also Leonardo DaVinci's birthday today. And Emma Watson's, best known for playing Hermione in the Harry Potter movies. And Ray Croc opened his first McDonald's restaurant on this day. Wow. A lot happened today in history.
Now I'm going off on an op-ed piece here. So bear with me. It concerns something that is related to a portion of this blog's content. Books. The subject? E-book price fixing.
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Now I'm going off on an op-ed piece here. So bear with me. It concerns something that is related to a portion of this blog's content. Books. The subject? E-book price fixing.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Book Review: The Broken Bubble
Another review, and the book wasn't terribly good. Oh well. Not much time to talk today, as I have a bunch of work to do to get ready for finals next week. And that darn thesis is not quite done. Almost, but not quite.
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The Broken Bubble, by Philip
K. Dick
The Broken Bubble by Philip K. Dick, was, from my quick research on the subject, one of the few “mainstream” novels that Dick wrote, and was not published during his lifetime. It came out in 1988 after that author’s death. The book is about people in San Francisco, California during the year 1956. The plot is humanistic and revolves around two couples, one a pair of adults who have been previously married and are now divorced, but are continuing to see each other since they both work at the same radio station. The other couple are a pair of under-age kids who have decided to get married and are struggling to make a life for themselves.
There is also an odd subplot that gives the book’s title its literal meaning which involved an ophthalmologists convention that, once the regular business is concluded, turns into a weird exhibition wherein a young prostitute who is encased in a plastic bubble is tossed into the room naked and the men take turns rolling the bubble around, exposing her various “parts” as the ball bounces about. Yeah, its weird. When somebody decides to see what happens when they pour water into the girl’s breathing hole and half drowned her, the young woman’s pimp comes in and rescues her. The bubble is left behind, and the ophthalmologists decide to fill it with various junk and toss it off the roof of the hotel in which the convention is being held. For a gas, they claim. We’ll talk about this night for years, they say. When they do toss it off the roof, the bubble lands on a lady walking on the sidewalk. You never find out how badly she is hurt. Hmmm... The point of this subplot is both really disturbing, and kinda lost on me to tell the truth. So let’s go back to the main plot, shall we?
The Broken Bubble by Philip K. Dick, was, from my quick research on the subject, one of the few “mainstream” novels that Dick wrote, and was not published during his lifetime. It came out in 1988 after that author’s death. The book is about people in San Francisco, California during the year 1956. The plot is humanistic and revolves around two couples, one a pair of adults who have been previously married and are now divorced, but are continuing to see each other since they both work at the same radio station. The other couple are a pair of under-age kids who have decided to get married and are struggling to make a life for themselves.
There is also an odd subplot that gives the book’s title its literal meaning which involved an ophthalmologists convention that, once the regular business is concluded, turns into a weird exhibition wherein a young prostitute who is encased in a plastic bubble is tossed into the room naked and the men take turns rolling the bubble around, exposing her various “parts” as the ball bounces about. Yeah, its weird. When somebody decides to see what happens when they pour water into the girl’s breathing hole and half drowned her, the young woman’s pimp comes in and rescues her. The bubble is left behind, and the ophthalmologists decide to fill it with various junk and toss it off the roof of the hotel in which the convention is being held. For a gas, they claim. We’ll talk about this night for years, they say. When they do toss it off the roof, the bubble lands on a lady walking on the sidewalk. You never find out how badly she is hurt. Hmmm... The point of this subplot is both really disturbing, and kinda lost on me to tell the truth. So let’s go back to the main plot, shall we?
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Thoughts from the White Board - April 12
Feeling pretty warn out today. Job, school, etc... And I had more interesting dreams this morning. One featured characters from that show "My Name is Earl," which I watch when I get home from work around 3:30-ish (if I'm home by then). So that is easy to explain that dream, as I got home from work last night at about 3:40 AM.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Book Review: A Colder War
I tried to post this review while I was at school today, but I'm having problems with adding photos. When I go to caption them, they suddenly move around the page in an odd fashion. I'm researching other ways to word-process my blog so as to avoid this problem, but haven't come up with anything yet. Hopefully I can figure it out, as it is driving me nuts.
Well, here is a quick review for the evening. Hope your week is going well.
A Colder War, by Charles Stross
Ok folks, it’s a short story so let’s keep it to a short review. Whadya say? Sound good to you?
A Colder War, by Charles Stross, is a short novellete audiobook selection that I listened to recently, and was fairly impressed by. The tale is simple but full of portent. The caveat is that in order to understand the ramifications of the story, you have to appreciate two different genres. One: Tom Clancy-esque spy Cold War-era thrillers. Ok, got that one? Two: H.P. Lovecraft’s Mythos of Cthulu. How’s that for a cross-up?
A Colder War supposes that the events told in H.P. Lovecraft’s At the Mountains of Madness are real. So too are the rest of Lovecraft’s Cthulhu mythos. The author also supposes that during World War II, part of the race to beat the Nazis was to stop them from exploiting recent discoveries of ancient elder god-like creatures that are at the bottom of the Barents Sea. I wasn’t real clear on that part, so you’ll have to “read” the book yourself to get it. It’s not light stuff either (in either tone or complexity), so you’ll probably need to listen to it more than once to catch all the nuances. Sadly, I don’t have time to do so myself.
Well, here is a quick review for the evening. Hope your week is going well.
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Ok folks, it’s a short story so let’s keep it to a short review. Whadya say? Sound good to you?
A Colder War, by Charles Stross, is a short novellete audiobook selection that I listened to recently, and was fairly impressed by. The tale is simple but full of portent. The caveat is that in order to understand the ramifications of the story, you have to appreciate two different genres. One: Tom Clancy-esque spy Cold War-era thrillers. Ok, got that one? Two: H.P. Lovecraft’s Mythos of Cthulu. How’s that for a cross-up?
A Colder War supposes that the events told in H.P. Lovecraft’s At the Mountains of Madness are real. So too are the rest of Lovecraft’s Cthulhu mythos. The author also supposes that during World War II, part of the race to beat the Nazis was to stop them from exploiting recent discoveries of ancient elder god-like creatures that are at the bottom of the Barents Sea. I wasn’t real clear on that part, so you’ll have to “read” the book yourself to get it. It’s not light stuff either (in either tone or complexity), so you’ll probably need to listen to it more than once to catch all the nuances. Sadly, I don’t have time to do so myself.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Easter Thoughts from the White Board - April 8
Ah, the joys of having a sinus infection. Felt like somebody punched me right between the eyes yesterday, and I spent about 16 hours in bed trying to sleep it off. Cyclobenzaprine helped that. Oh our friend Cyclobenzaprine... It's a strong muscle relaxant, for those of you who aren't "in the know." I have very few left, and they make me really sleepy so I only use them when I'm in a real bucket of pain, which thankfully isn't that often.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Book Review: Ghosts Among Us: Uncovering the Truth About the Other Side
I'm still at work, but since I'm stuck taking a lunch and have no food with me, I figured the most productive thing I could do was blog. Tomorrow is going to be either a really short day (as in I'll sleep through most of it), or a really L O N G day (as in I'll get no sleep and feel like the day is just dragging and be ohnery...).
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Ghosts Among Us: Uncovering the Truth About the Other Side, by James Van Praagh
I ain’t afraid ‘a no ghost! I had to throw in something Ghostbuster-related somewhere in this review, so I decided to get it out of the way right off the bat.
I’m going to make another attempt to be brief here, and in this instance I hope to succeed. Ghosts Among Us really didn’t merit a long review, in my opinion. I’m sorry to be a downer - Mr. Van Praagh would probably accuse me of having “negative spiritual energy” - but I couldn’t really get into the full spirit of this book (pun intended). Maybe it had to do with my expectations going in. No, I didn’t realistically expect a book full of ghouls, zombies and the undead to delight and otherwise tickle my funny bone, but I did expect more interesting tales of experiences from people who have had ghostly encounters. Did I get that? Yes, but not to my satisfaction in the majority of cases. Mostly it was one letdown after another. Too many touchy-feely ghosts here.
I ain’t afraid ‘a no ghost! I had to throw in something Ghostbuster-related somewhere in this review, so I decided to get it out of the way right off the bat.
I’m going to make another attempt to be brief here, and in this instance I hope to succeed. Ghosts Among Us really didn’t merit a long review, in my opinion. I’m sorry to be a downer - Mr. Van Praagh would probably accuse me of having “negative spiritual energy” - but I couldn’t really get into the full spirit of this book (pun intended). Maybe it had to do with my expectations going in. No, I didn’t realistically expect a book full of ghouls, zombies and the undead to delight and otherwise tickle my funny bone, but I did expect more interesting tales of experiences from people who have had ghostly encounters. Did I get that? Yes, but not to my satisfaction in the majority of cases. Mostly it was one letdown after another. Too many touchy-feely ghosts here.
Friday, April 6, 2012
Thoughts from the White Board - April 6
Hmmm... well that is interesting. I noticed an update on my "Today in History" gizmo on my home page that April 5th (yesterday) in the year 1910, kissing was banned on trains in France. Must have been a real problem, huh?
Anyway, happy Friday and stuff. Oh, and I hope yall like my new blog header. I couldn't decide on what to use, so this seemed to suit the blog's title. I'll change it from time to time. I have some other ideas rolling around in my head that I could use too.
Anyway, happy Friday and stuff. Oh, and I hope yall like my new blog header. I couldn't decide on what to use, so this seemed to suit the blog's title. I'll change it from time to time. I have some other ideas rolling around in my head that I could use too.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Book Review: 11/22/63, by Stephen King
An early night off work today. I guess I should say "this morning," but I have this habitual way of thinking that says that it isn't actually tomorrow until I wake up from something that approximates a night's sleep. Call me crazy... no, really, go ahead and do it. I dare ya!
Alrighty then. I wrote a lot on this next review, so I'm gonna shut up and get down to it.
Alrighty then. I wrote a lot on this next review, so I'm gonna shut up and get down to it.
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11/22/63 by Stephen King
Wow. That is the best word I could come up with to describe King’s latest work, 11/22/63. This title refers to the twenty-second of November, nineteen sixty three, or the day that President John F. Kennedy was shot in Dallas, Texas. And it basically gives away the story, if you have a little imagination and a touch of deductive reasoning. What would an acclaimed horror/science fiction author want with the day that mid-twentieth-century America first lost its innocence (I’m waxing poetic, I know, but it seems an apt description from those of my elders I have spoken to who remember the experiences of the day - kind of like my generation and the events of September 11, 2001, or maybe Pearl Harbor Day for the earlier folks)?
For those of you who read the name Stephen King and automatically think of horrific monsters and plots with gut-twisters and blood, well... you’re half right. But we’re not talking fantastic creatures from beyond the pale in this novel. Our monster is Lee Harvey Oswald, and our story does contain gut-twisters and blood, but not in heavy slasher film-esque amounts.
The book is a historical fiction of sorts, and also a time travel science fiction story. Our intrepid hero is a Mr. Jake Epping of Lisbon, Maine, a high school teacher and semi-recent divorcee. The story begins with his account of reading an essay written by the janitor of the school he works at. Epping teaches GED classes on the side, and when he reads the janitors essay, his life is forever changed.
Wow. That is the best word I could come up with to describe King’s latest work, 11/22/63. This title refers to the twenty-second of November, nineteen sixty three, or the day that President John F. Kennedy was shot in Dallas, Texas. And it basically gives away the story, if you have a little imagination and a touch of deductive reasoning. What would an acclaimed horror/science fiction author want with the day that mid-twentieth-century America first lost its innocence (I’m waxing poetic, I know, but it seems an apt description from those of my elders I have spoken to who remember the experiences of the day - kind of like my generation and the events of September 11, 2001, or maybe Pearl Harbor Day for the earlier folks)?
For those of you who read the name Stephen King and automatically think of horrific monsters and plots with gut-twisters and blood, well... you’re half right. But we’re not talking fantastic creatures from beyond the pale in this novel. Our monster is Lee Harvey Oswald, and our story does contain gut-twisters and blood, but not in heavy slasher film-esque amounts.
The book is a historical fiction of sorts, and also a time travel science fiction story. Our intrepid hero is a Mr. Jake Epping of Lisbon, Maine, a high school teacher and semi-recent divorcee. The story begins with his account of reading an essay written by the janitor of the school he works at. Epping teaches GED classes on the side, and when he reads the janitors essay, his life is forever changed.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Thoughts from the White Board - April 4
I'm having dreams about school, so it must be nearly the end of the semester. Had an odd one while I was taking my siesta today. I dreamed I was waiting at the bus stop for the number 625 bus, and I had an air compressor with me that I'd promised to lend to a class mate in my Intro Spanish class. It was dark and cloudy, with an odd light coming from the west as the sun was going down. Several buses came and went, and a couple actually pulled into the parking lot next to the McKay Education building. I thought one of them was the 625 - could have sworn to it in court, as a matter of fact - but when the driver came out of the building (no, I don't know why he went in there) and started it back up, it was some other bus that I'd never heard of.
Then I gave up and started back up the hill toward Elizabeth Hall where my Spanish class is, and on the way I met two of my class mates and said hello. One of them was the one I promised to lend the air compressor to. But I didn't yet. I know where this detail in the dream came from, as I unexpectedly saw these two classmates while... surprise, surprise... waiting for the bus today. And in the dream, the clouds parted about half way up the hill and the sky was still gray, but not lowering and dark like it was at the bus stop. Subliminal dislike of waiting for the 625? Yup, I'd bet that is what that is.
Then I got to Elizabeth Hall, but it wasn't itself. I guess that is the closet thing to explaining it. In a dream where things were pretty close to actually looking like they should, the fact that this campus building looked more like a cross between some sort of haphazardly constructed eighteenth century tenement and a weird sort of multistory wooden church was... disconcerting. The inside was like a barn of some sort, and there were odd stairs going upward to some place that I needed to get to. There was also a chairlift of some sort, and I went to get on it with some other un-faced classmates (A note on that: the ones I mentioned previously were distinct, but these people were the sort of folks I see in most dreams. They have appearances but I don't notice them distinctly. I just know that they are somebody in particular). But I didn't get seated quick enough because I was distracted by something, and the chairlift started to climb without me. I was left hanging from the bottom of it, trying to climb up and get on the seat. It was... weird.
Then I gave up and started back up the hill toward Elizabeth Hall where my Spanish class is, and on the way I met two of my class mates and said hello. One of them was the one I promised to lend the air compressor to. But I didn't yet. I know where this detail in the dream came from, as I unexpectedly saw these two classmates while... surprise, surprise... waiting for the bus today. And in the dream, the clouds parted about half way up the hill and the sky was still gray, but not lowering and dark like it was at the bus stop. Subliminal dislike of waiting for the 625? Yup, I'd bet that is what that is.
Then I got to Elizabeth Hall, but it wasn't itself. I guess that is the closet thing to explaining it. In a dream where things were pretty close to actually looking like they should, the fact that this campus building looked more like a cross between some sort of haphazardly constructed eighteenth century tenement and a weird sort of multistory wooden church was... disconcerting. The inside was like a barn of some sort, and there were odd stairs going upward to some place that I needed to get to. There was also a chairlift of some sort, and I went to get on it with some other un-faced classmates (A note on that: the ones I mentioned previously were distinct, but these people were the sort of folks I see in most dreams. They have appearances but I don't notice them distinctly. I just know that they are somebody in particular). But I didn't get seated quick enough because I was distracted by something, and the chairlift started to climb without me. I was left hanging from the bottom of it, trying to climb up and get on the seat. It was... weird.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Abnormal Signs - April 1st to 7th
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For those of you who know what the post's title means, you came looking for the revival of Abnormal Signs and didn't find it, did you? Nope, you won't either. It is April Fools Day and though I usually don't "celebrate" the holiday, I decided to give it a shot today.
As for when Abnormal Signs will return... I'm looking at late April or the start of May. When school is out and I have some real free time to work on it to my satisfaction. So stay tuned. But for the next few weeks, I'm buried in end-of-the-semester stuff.
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