I got handed a copy of this game Friday. Mike just up and walked back to the Interactive area, and asked if anyone wanted it. Lo and behold, I get a free copy of a really fun game. :) Here’s a few screenshots. A lot of fun so far, and (outside of all the shooting…
by Felix Jung A girl who loved me once, once bought a silver ring for me. She purchased two of them, identical, and said “Let’s wear them, just the two of us.” Each time our hands collided, fingers intertwined, I swear I felt a spark. I’d like to think she kept her ring and took…
I saw Elizabeth McCracken read some of her work at the Grandview Public Library, in Columbus, OH. This was around 2000, back when I was still a graduate student at Ohio State University. I liked her work a great deal, and went to the reading with the full intention of throwing myself at her. Throughout…
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by Elizabeth McCracken That night, we danced. We’d only ever danced during my lessons, but now we jitterbugged. Then double time. Then quadruple. I couldn’t tell whose idea it was to speed up, mine or hers or the band’s, but I realized that everyone else had stopped dancing and had cleared space for us. I’ve…
by Elizabeth McCracken All these years later, I still dream about the people I have lost: Hattie, my mother, my wife, Rocky. They are always travelers, always home with a suitcase, mildly surprised at how much I love and miss them. Then I wake up, and it takes minutes for me to realize they’ve left…
After I took out the trash and walked down to Gallery Cafe for some coffee… I noticed this pair of discarded shoes in the alleyway. I didn’t have my camera on me so (let this be a lesson to you – always carry your camera around), after I got back home I grabbed my cam…
Not very fast paced here, but another day gone by. A lot of folks were out of the office today but, despite that, things were fairly consistent. Alex got done working in the office this week, and resumes helping out via Green Bay. Should be an interesting next couple of days, next week. Dammit –…
by William Blake Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare sieze the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could…
I spent most of the evening after work, helping Cathie install Windows XP on her machine. Had some good conversations, ate some pizza, and watched a fair amount of television throughout the process. In fact, I remember more of what was on the tube than what was on the computer. As I as installing various…
And in particular, another reason I love Phil and Anthony… who gave me free copies of these: I just about went apeshit when I found out I could just have ’em. Now all I need is a TV and a DVD player. ;)
It’s not the right word. "Cranking" suggests to me more like I’m working at a very rapid rate, making speedy progress while I’m at it. I need to find another word, something as pleasing to the tongue, to describe working at a slow but steady rate, focused and systematically, incrementally progressing. Grinding? Crunching? I need…
I was up really late last night, trying to get that poem together. Didn’t get much sleep, and for the second morning in a row… woke up feeling crappy and semi-nauseous. Tonight, I’m heading to bed early. Going to curl up with a book, my cat, maybe a bowl of grapes. I want to read…
Yesterday’s poem. Yeah. Haven’t fallen on my face like that in a while. But still – a good exercise to go through, all told. Now. Let’s never speak of this again.