No one takes the Rome-never-happened person seriously on account of her being so ludicrous and thin-skinned. But it’ll only take someone charismatic and superficially reasonable to jump her grift and I’ll be spending my final years being mocked by midwits for believing Ovid wasn’t Stephanie Harris or Zack Snyder or whatever. And it’ll be my […]Read more "History (increasingly) belongs to the bullshitters"
Maybe the best dream I ever had came in the form of a cheap History Channel-style documentary, In Search Of The Questionable Beast Of Gloucester, a cryptid seen only once by an 18th century pastor who espoused the healing properties of gin. The America narrator kept mispronouncing Gloucester. There was a reenactment of the encounter. […]Read more "The Questionable Beast Of Gloucester"
I had the rather swell privilege of getting to read Oliver K. Langmead’s ‘Glitterati’ before it comes out and I really recommend you look out for it. It’s a satire about a caste of super fashionable people in a dystopian future they benefit from but don’t even understand. It’s really imaginative and funny and- surprisingly- […]Read more "Glitterati"
Dreamed I was lying in bed with a big spider on my chest. It kept seeing off other spiders that approached and then I realised it saw me as its mate. A Victorian-style headmaster appeared and said something like ‘Worrad, don’t you think it’s time you made an honest arachnid out of her?’ and next […]Read more "The Many Eyes Of Mrs Worrad"
Happiness is like a flock of butterflies, fragile and ignorant to your beck and call. But satisfaction? That’s something you’ve power over, can make grow by working on things that truly fire you. Satisfaction is a field of flowers and flowers attract butterflies from time to time.Read more "How To Be Happy"