"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
May 20, 2009

Starting hypnosis next week.
That should be alarming.

For what?

To learn how to hack my brain.

Uh.. huh.
They tried that with me once.
Didn't work.

That's what they want you to think, but you still bark anytime anyone asks you the time.

5:10 PM | Life
May 28, 2009

Watching Outlander (2008), and spamming irk while doing so. It stars James Caviezel. You know. Bondage Jesus. He plays an alien who crashlands in Viking-era Norway (Earth being an abandoned alien seed colony).

At one point, Space Jesus has a bunch of Vikings building a trap for the Space Dragon.

< bda> "Is it deep enough for ya?" "No. Four more feet. And when you're done, I need two rows of postholes running up both sides." "Postholes. What do you need postholes for?" "...posts." "<dirty face>"
< bda> Jesus needs a postholer.
< bda> C'mon, no takers?
< bda> "What does JESUS need with a POSTHOLER?!"
< rjbs> I'm not going there.
< rjbs> Nobody fucks with the Jesus.
< ejp> I was going to say something, but I got hung up.
* bda groans.
< ejp> happy to help.

It's a pretty decent Beowulf story, with surprise John Hurt and Ron Perlman. Hard to argue with that.

11:41 PM | irk