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Pagode, Pagoda, Pagodaga.
November 12, 2025 at 10:28 AM
Pagode, Pagoda, Pagodaga.
When I was a kid and couldn’t sleep, my pa told me to just lie still in the dark. Later I saw this as a scam to keep me quiet, but even later than that I saw that, if sleep is impossible, even the most tortured lying-in-darkness nonsleep truly is the next best thing. And what can we do but our best?
October 8, 2025 at 9:53 AM
When I was a kid and couldn’t sleep, my pa told me to just lie still in the dark. Later I saw this as a scam to keep me quiet, but even later than that I saw that, if sleep is impossible, even the most tortured lying-in-darkness nonsleep truly is the next best thing. And what can we do but our best?
The real kicker is going to be when we get to distant galaxies and realize they were gigantic fossils all along.
August 16, 2025 at 4:44 PM
The real kicker is going to be when we get to distant galaxies and realize they were gigantic fossils all along.
Who am I supposed to trust- my muse, or my own lying eyes?
July 31, 2025 at 8:36 PM
Who am I supposed to trust- my muse, or my own lying eyes?
Of course, insufficiently reminiscent texts are Hugonots.
July 19, 2025 at 8:54 AM
Of course, insufficiently reminiscent texts are Hugonots.
If you feel like it, I recommend coming back to epilogue, or watching someone else play it, after a few weeks. When I first experienced it, I felt its jmpact was a little drowned out by the echoes of the main story, but once things have had a chance to settle in your mind, it really hits home.
June 27, 2025 at 5:00 PM
If you feel like it, I recommend coming back to epilogue, or watching someone else play it, after a few weeks. When I first experienced it, I felt its jmpact was a little drowned out by the echoes of the main story, but once things have had a chance to settle in your mind, it really hits home.
Why would it not start at 12am? Why would you not march forth from the heart of midnight, why would you not carry that deepest darkness through the maw of dawn and join it fast to noonfire, cast its colors round the globe? Other than issues of practicality, physicality, and civic ordinance, why not?
June 5, 2025 at 8:36 AM
Why would it not start at 12am? Why would you not march forth from the heart of midnight, why would you not carry that deepest darkness through the maw of dawn and join it fast to noonfire, cast its colors round the globe? Other than issues of practicality, physicality, and civic ordinance, why not?
There’s something in there about how a fence shares 99% of its DNA with a ladder.
April 10, 2025 at 9:41 AM
There’s something in there about how a fence shares 99% of its DNA with a ladder.
That sounds like a job without a lot of breaks.
March 27, 2025 at 4:00 PM
That sounds like a job without a lot of breaks.
M: These pathetic fools will never realize that my one secret, arcane vulnerability, is getting stabbed with a sword.
March 10, 2025 at 9:03 AM
M: These pathetic fools will never realize that my one secret, arcane vulnerability, is getting stabbed with a sword.
Vilnius? I knew a schoolmaster from there once. Extraordinary accent.
February 28, 2025 at 1:14 AM
Vilnius? I knew a schoolmaster from there once. Extraordinary accent.
RIP Sir Roddy. Never before or since have I had to know the particulars of Brie de Melun*, but gad strike me down if it didn’t fit the meter**
Rhymes from a more elegant age. We should swap words on something else sometime, before the century is out
*Primordial ancestress of the bries
**eventually
Rhymes from a more elegant age. We should swap words on something else sometime, before the century is out
*Primordial ancestress of the bries
**eventually
February 27, 2025 at 11:14 PM
RIP Sir Roddy. Never before or since have I had to know the particulars of Brie de Melun*, but gad strike me down if it didn’t fit the meter**
Rhymes from a more elegant age. We should swap words on something else sometime, before the century is out
*Primordial ancestress of the bries
**eventually
Rhymes from a more elegant age. We should swap words on something else sometime, before the century is out
*Primordial ancestress of the bries
**eventually
Pemmican.
Hardtack.
A dollop of lard.
Decorative handsoap.
Tamagotchi.
Small ziploc of eggnog.
Paste of the raisin.
It might be hard to fit them all in the same cubby, but a culinary shoehorn, kitchen mallet, and chef special hydraulic press should do the trick.
Hardtack.
A dollop of lard.
Decorative handsoap.
Tamagotchi.
Small ziploc of eggnog.
Paste of the raisin.
It might be hard to fit them all in the same cubby, but a culinary shoehorn, kitchen mallet, and chef special hydraulic press should do the trick.
February 27, 2025 at 2:01 AM
Pemmican.
Hardtack.
A dollop of lard.
Decorative handsoap.
Tamagotchi.
Small ziploc of eggnog.
Paste of the raisin.
It might be hard to fit them all in the same cubby, but a culinary shoehorn, kitchen mallet, and chef special hydraulic press should do the trick.
Hardtack.
A dollop of lard.
Decorative handsoap.
Tamagotchi.
Small ziploc of eggnog.
Paste of the raisin.
It might be hard to fit them all in the same cubby, but a culinary shoehorn, kitchen mallet, and chef special hydraulic press should do the trick.
“Why is it that, whenever there’s an emergency, it’s always *you,* Swing 55% ?”
December 31, 2024 at 9:00 PM
“Why is it that, whenever there’s an emergency, it’s always *you,* Swing 55% ?”