Driving Home from Work

Eleven o’clock in the dead of the night:
There’s many a short-order beacon in sight,
But scarcely a headlight, like LA film noir,
Has pierced the tranquility here in my car.
Daft Punk sets the tempo I feel as I ride;
Egg-bacon taquito sits close at my side—
O paramour porcine! O egg in my face!
I’ve truly Got Lucky when thee I embrace!
The joy that envelops my self, and I it,
The unpeopled city which darkness has lit
In contrast combine to some new form of bliss:
The joy of the night-owl trav’ller is this.

Sacrilege

To The Entertainer, Billy Joel

There's a yellow rose in Texas
That I am going to see;
No other soldier knows her
No soldier, only me.
She cried so when I left her
It like to broke my heart,

The Bannered Mare

Image screencapped from zemalf, possibly the only other person to ever enjoy this view.

Faraway traveller, song-regaled battler,
Bards that are skilled in both rhythm and rhyme:
Though other lands wait and their castles be great,
There’s still an establishment begs your time.
Rest for the weary and wine for the dreary,
And song for those without a care—
A coin and a road are the requisite load
To enter the halls of the Bannered Mare.

The Chronicles of Soemthign: The End

The story so far...

Asrayah clicked a switch on his helmet. As night-vision sensors kicked in, he saw dim shapes surrounding them. Some fleeing with a robot head and a derelict maintbot. More quickly closing in. He barked out this information.

Election Season Reminder

For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation for all people, training us to renounce ungodliness and worldly passions..., waiting for our blessed hope, the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ....

Remind them to be submissive to rulers and authorities, to be obedient, to be ready for every good work, to speak evil of no one, to avoid quarreling, to be gentle, and to show perfect courtesy toward all people. For we ourselves were once foolish, disobedient, led astray, slaves to various passions and pleasures, passing our days in malice and envy, hated by others and hating one another.

But when the goodness and loving kindness of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to his own mercy.... (Titus 2:11–3:5, abridged)

The Chronicles of Soemthign: Soemthign

The story so far...

The journey was quick, about eighteen hours. Along the way, Asrayah unsealed his packet of orders. (Normally one was given the option to accept a mission, he explained.) Once on Thebe, the group was to proceed to the colony of Soemthign.

Echo Park, Dinosaur National Monument

Me, Dave, and Jess went on an adventure. (Grammarians may object that it ought to be spelt "Dave, Jess, and I", but it must be remembered that this is an adventure and so different rules of syntax are at play.)

Writing is so cathartic. The page understands all, and it never judges form or content. It listens and doesn't interrupt. It's OK if you're super random and can't form a coherent thought; it will wait until you can. It allows you to take it back if you say something stupid. It remembers it if you say something well.

The hacker surveyed the limp body on the ground as blood slowly pooled underneath. He blew on the tip of his Beretta 9mm and holstered it. The crowd watched, waited in horror. He turned to face them and screamed, "Would anybody else like to," he made air-quotes, "'hack' the 'mainframe'?!"

There is no feeling in the world like involuntary crying because you're facing the wind, while not breathing because your nose is clogged but mouth-breathing causes your glasses to fog because, again, you're facing the wind. Photography, I have missed thee.