Later on she told you her favorite story, one you were sure you’d either read or had read to you in childhood. It was the one about the man who wanted to bring a red rose to his lover, but had only white roses in his garden; and when his friend the nightingale heard him lamenting, she crushed her breast against the thorn of a white rose, dyeing the petals with the last of her blood.
Open thread. Talk about the series finale here. Loved it? Hated it? Wish it meant another few years? Have at.
Spoilers? Yes, absolutely. Fights? Only if they’re polite.
This is an immersion that just isn’t possible in graphic games, where emotes are primarily canned, and NPC interactions are all scripted. It’s the sort of immersion where the think command, visible only to the player (and on occasion certain psionically gifted individuals) becomes a valid part of play.
The Hugo nominees for 2009 have been announced. For more information about the award and the voting process see this site. The Hugo Award, first presented in 1953, celebrate the best in the field of science fiction and fantasy. Recipients are chosen by members of the World Science Fiction Society (WSFS). The Hugos are presented [...]
This Tuesday, Library of Congress’s “What If” Science Fiction and Fantasy Forum Presents featured Ekaterina Sedia, the author of The Secret History of Moscow, and The Alchemy of Stone.
Some fans have taken it upon themselves to fill in the gaps in the story with their own film adaptation of the Heir of Isildur’s quest to find the creature Gollum.
This holiday season, after more than two years of dabbling in last generation game consoles, my wife and I bought an Xbox 360. Now, this is in no way to promote or dissuade you from buying any particular system. I’m discovering they are all bad news. They say that admitting to a substance addiction is the first step in dealing with it. This is the story of our journey into addiction.
The road stretches east. The ancient ruts are filled with dust. Tufts of yellowish grass rise up through the pebbles. The village remains out of sight for almost the entire walk, but the man counts his steps, just as he measures everything, and he knows exactly when he’ll arrive. The insects leave him be, while the lizards watch him from afar.
This week’s Blog for a Beer asks….who watched the Watchmen? Did you see it? Did you like it? Did you find it too faithful or did it stray farther than you wanted? Has it aged well, is its message still relevant?
That first night the snow-maiden looked like a pillar of salt, like a statue half-toppled from a blast, like a stranger; as much as I loved her, that much I never forgot.
