Gattsu's Journal

I wasn't sure exactly how I should handle this. Questlove of the Roots eloquently expressed himself when he said that the verdict showed how little he was worth:  http://nymag.com/daily/intelligencer/2013/07/questlove-trayvon-martin-and-i-aint-shit.html What do I say?  Not sure.. I know that the weight of the present is on top of our shoulders, pressing down.  This is a weight that is felt by some but not all.  It is an invisible and, at times, you get used to it and forget that it is even there.  However, there is always an incident to snap you back into reality.   You stand less tall than others as a result of the burden weighing you down.  You are less. The weight of the past?  That doesn't exist anymore.. now does it? That's what I'm told, at least. The past and the present..  Oh, how they intertwine..

Bessie The door was cracked open as ma went out earlier. The storm they heard of on the radio really was coming, and it mad the sky look like it was having a funeral for the sun. The porch creaked underneath her big'ol feet. "Bessie is that you?" Ma called out to her. "Yes ma it's me." She replied. "Well, why are you sneaking like some thief?" Ma scolded her. "donno ma." She replied to ma. "Well, you know I love ya?" Ma called out in a softer tone. "I know ma." She told ma. She took a few more steps outside and she saw ma rocking in that old rocker. Ma had pa's old shooter on her lap. As ma saw her ma gripped pa's shooter. "Bessie you know I love ya?" ma called out to her gripping pa's shooter. "I know ma." She told ma. "Well, why are out '...

Hello everyone, I'm one of the new contributors on this blog.  Hopefully this means that the blog will be updated at a faster rate than before.  We all know that glaciers move slowly ;) -Xasio

I've been reading through  China Mieville's Perdido Street Station after previously putting the book down and it's an interesting story.  The author has a great way of making every single thing he writes about feel dirty, used, and wretched. I haven't finished the book yet but what I have read is now pretty engaging.  Multiple story threads are starting to intermingle and no pleasant outcome seems likely.  It's only fitting that this book ends on a down note.

Well, the new year is here and I'm still around.  Haven't done much writing lately.  Also haven't done much reading.  I will update you all later on.  Pretty consumed by work, as I always seem to be at this time if year. Later. Sent from my Kindle Fire

I am slowly reading through A Dance with Dragons and I enjoy it, so far.  About 30% through.  I'm only reading it for a few minutes before I go to sleep. There are a lot of exposition bombs in this book, though.  Two out of every three chapters is dominated by pure exposition.  This doesn't bug me when it is used sparingly or when the narrative picks up after a few pages but started with Feast it seems like the author is doing this more often.  It was largely the reason why Feast is my least favorite book in the series. I am also playing E.Y.E. Divine Cybermancy on Steam.  This is an odd game and I love it.  Very poorly localized and with an interface that is like gently caressing your eyes with sand.  The gameplay is a fast paced Source shooter where the bad guys go down in a few hits (strongest guy I've seen is a helicopter that explodes after 2 armor piercing sniper shots), with a fairly detailed RPG stat system, the EVE Online tech resear...

My brother's funeral is on Friday and I am not sure how to move on..  By the way, my brother passed away on the 19th.  I have been very busy with planning and do not know when I will get back to writing.  Hopefully, it is sooner rather than later. Thanks, all of my beloved viewers, for your patience and understanding when it comes to these infrequent updates.