Thursday, October 8, 2009
Once upon a time there was a smoked meat product that had grown hard and cruel with age. It's fats had gone yellow, it's flesh black. It proceeded to hatch a plot with a vicious sharp knife to make a break for freedom, fame and fortune.
This unsavory duo crossed the path of a poor soul, poor in that he was a job-seeker in a time of recession with an odd sociologically coloured education quite unsuited to the basic demands of a market economy and real life. True to their plot, they callously tried to maim and wound this poor soul. The meat product slipped treachorously, taking the knife's blade deep into said soul's flesh.
Alas, the knife turned traitor again. The soul recaptured the meat product and finger-wound well-bandaged proceeded to sever the meat product into small pieces and consume them all, to the very last.
Thus ended the tale of the old meat product.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
times in the course of a regular workday. That's amazing! It's almost
like a humming bird hovering, or something. That's approximately once
every 7 minutes! Add in how often the aforementioned employee makes a
phonecall, checks twitter and facebook, and you have an argument for
introducing 4 hour, no computer workdays!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
I've recently tried out the new game called Demigod and I can safely say that it is a little DotA. Little, because there's just so much less. Fewer heroes, items and abilities. Though a few more maps and prettier graphics. But ... you cannot turn your opponent into a frog. So where's the fun in that?
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Just to let all road-lovers know, hell isn't coming just to Tolmin with the Metal Camp. It's also coming to our roads. Again. Like every summer. So every gosh-darned tourist and local travelling our oh-so-cheap (no-not-really) highways will be able to enjoy heavy traffic with a hint of jam on the way to the seaside.
So, please, if you are a tourist - avoid our highways. It will also save you money. And a hard job cleaning your windshield when you try to remove the toll sticker.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
'Ello Mr. Spaceman, 'ow do you do? 'Ow's this Earthship o' yours run, 'ow does it go? Where you flyin' to, whatcha gonna do? It's a pretty ship, I say, green and blue and mainstream white it flies, o' yea. Well, you enjoy your space, Mr. Spaceman, your dimensions four.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
I decided to see it out of the sheer brutal ridiculousness of it's title ... and it's much better than the title suggests. It's the kind of fun that Snakes on a Plane should have been, but wasn't. So, enjoy this spoof of vampire-mania. Sex and blood, the essence of vampires, taken to its absurd conclusion.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I didn't do my share. The machine plot is one voter closer to success. Woe, o woe ... if we lose all hope, we shall surely have to cede government to the machines. It's not like I'd trust humans to run us ... just look at the Kim-Jong dynasty Communist Absolutist Theocratic Monarchy of Korea (North).
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
This is a grand old map from way back, probably 2003 or so. It's more of a proof of concept thing, playing around with colours and high weirdness. An old map like this is like a half-forgotten fantasy tale. I suppose the core of the story are the lands at centre Left. The colourful continent probably called Iselwogan seems to be under assault by various sickly colours. Pink deserts, purple fungal growths and spore fields have infested Osmalska, Coluc, Kun and Niflum in the east. The multi-river Burwogan obviously serves as a key transport artery, connecting the still-living cities of Ovendony, Colbrachy, Kruchy, Mralvachy, Imly and Buchly, while the urban corpses of Soly and Chivry have been abandoned. A sole peak rises in the land of Sarle, probably a volcano, and it is called Bruk. The lands seem to be mostly grassland and swamp to the Set-Left of Iselwogan, with forests and mountains in the Rise-Right.
Across the Pehmswogan, I suppose that is the name of the sea, the island of Il Mu rises tao like, dark and forested Ulu in the Right, wet and swampy Kilim in the Left. On the lake Sikim the city of Mui stands, while on the lonely coast some kind of temple called Asu. South of Iselwogan the isles of Ilya Simnutu seem mostly deserted, while the lands of Bru and Rohoho battle against the blight. Particularly the fortress of Sandalafit seems almost an outpost. Beyond those lands are the red deserts of Mulas, Elras, Kums, Volas and Xums, which the inland sea of Zabay divides from a dead gray swamp-land called Gus. A city called Rum seems to live still on a peninsula, while across the bay from it the city of Zim is also ruined. Risewards of Zim the mountain fastness of Kehemehe still stands, while just Setwards of Sandalafit there is some famous purple-peaked mountain called Cruchindama.
Between this half ruined land and the fully blighted realm of Vobang is a desert isle called Humholm, home to the city of Po Onholm. Vobang seems to suffer some kind of pizza infection, or maybe a blight similar to that of the Baron Harkonnen's face in the Dune movie. However it may be, all its cities are ruined, including the massive crater-ruin of Dunholm at its heart.
Meanwhile, Risewards of Il Mu the isles of Ilya Hurat seem rather peaceful and home to a small colourless town called Hury. Further Rise-Right are the full cursed lands of Obly and Hahrikni. I can hardly imagine what happened there, but it looks sickly, with bright purple sprouts in Obly and towering blue spiral structures in Hahrikni. Both towns of Hahrikni, the trading post of Tomsa and the metropolis of Ham Tuntabullo are ruins.
Between Vobang and Hahrikni are the twin-blighted lands of Twumla and Bifruk. Twumla seems to suffer from some kind of vast fungal growth, perhaps necrotic, centred at a blue shining pyramid called the Ntwua. Bifruk on the other hand is covered in some kind of purplish spores, Zerg-like, emanating from the volcano of Lambu and having overwhelmed the city of Ovlemy.
The sad thing is that this bit of doodling probably has more story in it than most fantasy literature. Like that set of bricks called Wizard's First Rule, or whatever. God, that's awful.
Monday, June 8, 2009
The Aphis ovidii is a vicious predator of leafy shrubs and shrubby trees, devouring the flesh of plants and fungi alike, gorging itself on their vital fluids. Its society is brutal, nasty and short, reaching less than two metres in height. It has no culture to speak of, save a fondness of spike-tongued gossip and a love of tit and nit-picking. The wool of the Aphis ovidii is weak, unkempt and rough, like the hair-shirt of the masochist and follock. It uses its horns to stifle debate and get its points across, while it wears buttons over its eyes to ensure it sees only the truth of all matters as decided by their sap-suckling Godling and God in tandem with the Wooly ghost. Life for the ovidii is thus a joy-sapping, dulling drudgery of sucking and tucking into plant matters and matters of woolyism.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
"Well-being is an optimal state for an individual, community, society, and the world as a whole. It is conceived of, expressed, and experienced in different ways by different individuals and within the cultural contexts of different societies: different societies may have distinctly different culturally shaped visions of well-being. Nonetheless, well-being bears a degree of commonality due to our common humanity and interrelatedness over space and time. Well-being is experienced by individuals - its essential locus lies within individual subjectivity - but it may be considered and compared interpersonally and interculturally, since all individuals live within particular worlds of others, and all societies live in a common world at large."
Please remember these two bits:
1) The individual/s is/are the only measure of well-being.
2) There is no way of knowing/measuring how an individual is truly feeling/being.
Onwards Rocinante, to glory, to defeat the windmills of ill-being.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Didn't feel like writing the idea in a longer format. Will do so at some point, but had to jot it down.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
It's a sunny Thursday, perfect weather, cool and soothing - not the hammer-sun of last weekend. It's a perfect day to re-boot and re-center my blogs. Both of them, In Human News and Prekomorec, are now being merged. The reasons are legion:
- I don't feel like having two blogs, one is nearly more than I can handly anway.
- I don't feel like having a separate picture blog.
- I don't like the name Inhumannews anymore.
- I don't need my own server-space or my own URLs - tinyurl.com makes everything short anyway.
- I can make up any reason I want.
- I forgot reason number six.
- I just felt like blugging a bit again.