http://lewdcognoscenti.com Tempering the laughter of the damned. The truth about optimism. The cynic engages the Buddha in reincarnating coversation. Stuff like that. Thu, 17 Sep 2009 05:57:59 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en certain sorts of frustration can be most delightful working quite hard at something and discovering various degrees of failure can be quite enlightening so, i’m – attempting – to work out how to play ana ng by they might be giants which is a verbose bastard with a fair chunk of chord changes right now my version ... http://lewdcognoscenti.com/archives/687 Been too long since I’ve posted anything, and this will not be much, the heart of the post is not even my own. But this evening the written word offered me a moment . . . almost certainly one better grasped by the various characters, plot and the rest of ... http://lewdcognoscenti.com/archives/685 You know, occasionally I really do imagine that this world is only full of certifiably, if not certified, retarded people, walking the earth and demanding their dues. Most of them are wasting perfectly useful brains, simply by ignoring the fact that they have one because the glitterati have become real, ... http://lewdcognoscenti.com/archives/682 She had leapt, rather pounced really, off the edge of the bed in pursuit of her quarry; that obnoxious creature who had recently been messing with her head. The adversary had been thrusting his rude fingers against her fur, so she tracked and stalked. She realized something in mid-leap. Mid-leap she recognized ... http://lewdcognoscenti.com/archives/679 It opened softly, almost sexually, and spread across the table like it was a time-lapse shot of vegetation being clawed apart by machine. Mayhem watched it spread, her eyes tightening as the machine unfolded. It would work; it had to work so it must work, there were after all, she told ... http://lewdcognoscenti.com/archives/677 He screwed in a new head and regarded the thing again. It was nearly right; the thing was definitely on the cusp of intelligence, near enough to animation that Hector could taste victory, but there was this look that he couldn’t get out of the eyes. It seemed an odd point to ... http://lewdcognoscenti.com/archives/674 It had been about a week since he’d managed to shed the habit, and he was starting to think he might be clear of it, might be done. But the insistent call of the nonsense sang at him. There were discordant voices everywhere he turned; most of them insisted that he ... http://lewdcognoscenti.com/archives/670 It had taken Edmund nearly nine hours of needle and thread to put the umbrella back to rights this time. Even as he worked the weary ache out of his stitch-numbed fingers and considered his handiwork, he worried that he’d been forced to reinforce and reanimate the poor umbrella one ... http://lewdcognoscenti.com/archives/665 The dog chased after the one legged man. The drama was unfolding slowly; it really should have been over much quicker, but the dog had managed to entangle the remnants of his leash on a variety of his obstacles and the one legged man had terror driving him as he ... http://lewdcognoscenti.com/archives/657 I just found it. On the back of a shelf, under a quarter inch of dust and neglect; there it was. I hadn’t even realized it was gone until it had been found again, but now that it’s back, I don’t believe that anything will ever be the same. Perhaps that which ... http://lewdcognoscenti.com/archives/653