My, SOMEBODY's Been Busy...
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It's all downhill from here, Laura S.
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23 hours ago
DnD tonight
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Tags:
Dungeons and Dragons
Oh yeah... it is happening...
btw, these T-Shirts and things are 1337!
NPC
Paladin
Reading
AFK
LFG
Cloth Armor
btw, these T-Shirts and things are 1337!
NPC
Paladin
Reading
AFK
LFG
Cloth Armor
Who says TV is just a giant cesspool of shit?
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Tags:
television,
writing
Well, I do.
But anyway, I was watching some children's programming (because there are fewer adverts and your never hear the word "shit" or see softcore porn) and there was this awesome story telling programme. This Xhosa lady was telling stories to kids... I mean, that was it. Stories. No dramatisation, no animations, just human voice. Man, it was kief! To grab the catchphrase of my favourite '80s Afrikaans TV character, "Stories is my lewe!"
But I digress... there was this Nigerian story about... well, let me tell it to you:
Long ago Sun and Water both lived on the land. They were great friends and Sun spent a lot of time at Water's house. One day Sun noticed that, while he visited Water every day, Water had never paid him a visit. So on his daily visit to Water's home, Sun brought this up: "Water, I visit you every day. Why have you never come to visit me and my wife, Moon?"
And Water replied: "Sun, I have a huge family. It would be impolite of me to show up at your house with all my relations. If you were to enlarge your house and grounds I could pay you and your wife a visit."
Sun was delighted. He headed straight home and told his wife, Moon the great news: "Moon, my love, we must make our house and grounds bigger so that my friend Water can visit and bring his family along."
Moon agreed that it was good idea and Sun got to work immediately. He added rooms and extended his grounds until his house was huge.
When Sun had finished his work, Water came to the gate and knocked politely: "Greetings, friend Sun. May I bring my family inside your grounds?"
"Come, come!" boomed Sun.
"Yes, come!" called Moon.
Water swept in through the gate and brought his family with him. Soon the grounds were under water. All kinds of fish and animals swam up the path to the door. Again Water knocked politely: "Sun, may I bring my family inside your house?"
"Come, come!" boomed Sun.
"Yes, come!" called Moon.
Water swept in through the front door and brought his family with him. Soon the tables were submerged and the cabinets were soaked. Water asked: "May some more of my family come in, friend Sun?"
"Come, come!" boomed Sun.
"Yes, come!" called Moon.
Then Water rose up to the ceiling. Sun and Moon swam to the window and climbed out onto the roof. Their house was almost totally flooded. Water asked politely, "Sun, may I bring some more of my family into your house?"
"Come, come!" boomed Sun.
"Yes, come!" called Moon.
Then Water lapped at the eaves and finally covered the whole roof. Sun's house was gone. Sun and Moon had nowhere else to go but up into the sky and that is where they've stayed to this day.
Well, I liked it, anyway.
But anyway, I was watching some children's programming (because there are fewer adverts and your never hear the word "shit" or see softcore porn) and there was this awesome story telling programme. This Xhosa lady was telling stories to kids... I mean, that was it. Stories. No dramatisation, no animations, just human voice. Man, it was kief! To grab the catchphrase of my favourite '80s Afrikaans TV character, "Stories is my lewe!"
But I digress... there was this Nigerian story about... well, let me tell it to you:
Long ago Sun and Water both lived on the land. They were great friends and Sun spent a lot of time at Water's house. One day Sun noticed that, while he visited Water every day, Water had never paid him a visit. So on his daily visit to Water's home, Sun brought this up: "Water, I visit you every day. Why have you never come to visit me and my wife, Moon?"
And Water replied: "Sun, I have a huge family. It would be impolite of me to show up at your house with all my relations. If you were to enlarge your house and grounds I could pay you and your wife a visit."
Sun was delighted. He headed straight home and told his wife, Moon the great news: "Moon, my love, we must make our house and grounds bigger so that my friend Water can visit and bring his family along."
Moon agreed that it was good idea and Sun got to work immediately. He added rooms and extended his grounds until his house was huge.
When Sun had finished his work, Water came to the gate and knocked politely: "Greetings, friend Sun. May I bring my family inside your grounds?"
"Come, come!" boomed Sun.
"Yes, come!" called Moon.
Water swept in through the gate and brought his family with him. Soon the grounds were under water. All kinds of fish and animals swam up the path to the door. Again Water knocked politely: "Sun, may I bring my family inside your house?"
"Come, come!" boomed Sun.
"Yes, come!" called Moon.
Water swept in through the front door and brought his family with him. Soon the tables were submerged and the cabinets were soaked. Water asked: "May some more of my family come in, friend Sun?"
"Come, come!" boomed Sun.
"Yes, come!" called Moon.
Then Water rose up to the ceiling. Sun and Moon swam to the window and climbed out onto the roof. Their house was almost totally flooded. Water asked politely, "Sun, may I bring some more of my family into your house?"
"Come, come!" boomed Sun.
"Yes, come!" called Moon.
Then Water lapped at the eaves and finally covered the whole roof. Sun's house was gone. Sun and Moon had nowhere else to go but up into the sky and that is where they've stayed to this day.
Well, I liked it, anyway.
CRASH!
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It broke... windows... dead... lost everything... even my abandonware S.C.U.M.M. games...
Dead... dead... dead...
On the other side of that, expect to see me in Fort Smith sometime. When? That's a secret... but I'll let you know a bit later.
Dead... dead... dead...
On the other side of that, expect to see me in Fort Smith sometime. When? That's a secret... but I'll let you know a bit later.
Do you cry too?
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Tags:
music,
SouthAfrica
Today I watched snatches of the 46664 concert. I find when the subject of my country's past comes up, as it does in song's like Peter Gabriel's "Biko", I am stirred to tears. Every time. Few things really make me cry. Like, proper crying. I cried when the riders of Rohan arrived to die on the plain outside The White City, I cried when Anakin struck out in anger and slaughtered the Tuskens... not serious crying. Mini-cries that went away as quickly as they came.
I really cry when good artists remind me how awesome my country is. It's sheer pride in my heritage. Everything about it, the evils of the past and the triumphs... they make our history here glorious, regardless of how you slice it. I can read about heroes in my distant, lingering past - heroes of my bloodstream (like Beowulf or Wolraade Woltemade) - but time does so much to shroud them, to obfuscate any humanity they might have had. But Biko... he died the same year Star Wars came out. That's not history yet. There are people alive today who met Biko. People who still feel a pang when his name comes up. Hell, the policemen who brutalised him, killed him... they are still alive. They have families, grandchildren even. What do they feel when someone mentions the name "Biko?"
People are wonderful but they are also terrible. Hideous, even. There is a little bit of Hitler in each of us. All of us are capable of killing what we fear - we have to be, that is a genetic gift handed down for eons. True courage is facing that fearful thing head on, trying to discover what its true nature is. What we choose to do after that (to destroy it, or leave it alone) is, eventually, just history.
I really cry when good artists remind me how awesome my country is. It's sheer pride in my heritage. Everything about it, the evils of the past and the triumphs... they make our history here glorious, regardless of how you slice it. I can read about heroes in my distant, lingering past - heroes of my bloodstream (like Beowulf or Wolraade Woltemade) - but time does so much to shroud them, to obfuscate any humanity they might have had. But Biko... he died the same year Star Wars came out. That's not history yet. There are people alive today who met Biko. People who still feel a pang when his name comes up. Hell, the policemen who brutalised him, killed him... they are still alive. They have families, grandchildren even. What do they feel when someone mentions the name "Biko?"
People are wonderful but they are also terrible. Hideous, even. There is a little bit of Hitler in each of us. All of us are capable of killing what we fear - we have to be, that is a genetic gift handed down for eons. True courage is facing that fearful thing head on, trying to discover what its true nature is. What we choose to do after that (to destroy it, or leave it alone) is, eventually, just history.
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