Archive for April, 2008

Dream in Indigo

I did not want to be categorized, pinned like a butterfly, labelled in a jar. But there was such a resonance, such a come hither, such a sense that I might find my people, that I had to go. I warned them of my reluctance, of my resistance to woo-woo bullshit (even as I craved it in my heart, even as I *knew* the things I knew). I wanted to be disqualified somehow, to fail their checklist. I want to belong, but on my own terms, ineffable even to me.

I joined their circle. I looked at the patterns. I closed my eyes and went inward. The narrator described the things I saw, too slow as my mind is nimble. Shocking to learn that everything has a name, each waveform, each transition, a chakra spinning at every gateway. I did not have a use for these words. An artist paints without naming every color. The narrator was almost scientific in his precision, enabling failsafes, gesturing towards spinning discs of code as though we were on a tour of the astral plane.

The gift I received was that everything had been accounted for. Someone else was curator of this knowledge and I no longer needed to worry about it. I went in search of the Like Mind and found that scholars had been recording all these silver spools for decades.

I could just go and be.

No Maps for These Territories

Some might call this a return to form. Some may see that the circle is a cross-section of an aetheric arrow. But now we shall exchange authorship, sidestepping into a parallel dream. Those of you here for the peanuts can get off at the next exit. Only existential bread and circus now.

When working on a puzzle, there comes a time when one must stop calling it that because it has turned into a picture. You can feel the scarred edges of each piece, yes, but there is no denying that what you behold is more than the sum of its parts. So it is useless to speak of a process, to account for vectors of trauma and ecstasy, to endlessly explain to the fascinated faces. When that last grain of sand crashes into the lower bell of the hourglass, well… one knows just the sort of beast they’ve become.

Sweet Ride

As promised, a photo of the new ride. I dub it the Swordfish II.

Magic is Limited

Another priceless gem saved from the spam filter. I of course did not open the attached “mystic.zip”, though I felt strongly compelled to.

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yes. look in this mistic box.

what? don’t want. no problem ;) magic __IS__ LIMITED

details attached!

The Doctor is in

Not the most stellar of premieres, but it was wonderful to see that spinning blue box again.

And another season of Torchwood comes to a close. I hope that in season three they sort out their issue with a cohesive arc that has a more meaningful impact on the finale. So far the showrunners have peppered something of an arc randomly through different episodes and then have “plotlines” I was unaware of suddenly come together completely out of nowhere. While I like the big arcs other shows have, Torchwood is really about each of character’s plotline. That’s what I find myself caring about the most.

I started Haibane Renmei again. I had started on the fansub years ago and then gotten distracted.

1. Veronica Mars
2. Lost
3. Battlestar Galactica
4. Torchwood
5. Doctor Who
6. Flight of the Conchords
7. The League of Gentlemen
8. Haibane Renmei
9. The Mighty Boosh
10. Witch Hunter Robin

Old Ghostboy

“Can ten years of imaginary training be put to use? Apparently, it can.”

“Let’s show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown.”

1. There Will Be Blood
2. Batman Begins
3. Ghostbusters
4. Barton Fink
5. Old Boy
6. My Left Foot
7. Ratatouille
8. Cloverfield
9. Juno
10. 9 Lives

Four live in secret

It’s been so long, Ron. I had almost forgotten what it was like out there in space, on the run, looking for Earth.

1. Veronica Mars
2. Lost
3. Battlestar Galactica
4. Torchwood
5. Flight of the Conchords
6. The League of Gentlemen
7. The Mighty Boosh
8. Witch Hunter Robin
9. Robot Chicken
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