I was planning to do this meme, because Belvane asked.
Category: Blather
The title makes it sound like this is perhaps funny linkage. It’s not.
This is a wishlist for my birthday I put together under duress. Why duress? Why “the saddest wishlist in the world”? Probably for the same reason that making up a list of friends to invite to a party is painful to me. Because it’s trying to define myself using objects and relationships I want. And defining myself, saying “I am …”, that makes me very uncomfortable.
Ask for a wishlist, get neuroses.
Books:
Only 3 books? Hmmph.
Carter Beats the Devil — read good things about this.
Little, Big — this too. For a long time.
1610: A Sundial in a Grave — last time in London, I saw this in Waterstones, but decided to pick the much-praised Ash first. Ash really rocked, so now I want this one. Swashbucklers, samurai and seers, I hear.
Games:
The more expensive ones are probably the ones that I’m least interested in, actually. I’m not sure I can justify buying any of this, even to myself.
Blue Rose — or maybe not.
Mutants & Masterminds: Noir
These three for completeness’ sake:
Feng Shui: Blood of the Valiant
Feng Shui: Gorilla Warfare
Feng Shui: Thorns of the Lotus
Indie games, never sighted in a store:
The Sorcerer’s Soul
Sorcerer & Sword
Sex & Sorcery
Dogs in the Vineyard
My Life With Master
Comics:
Umm, Superman: Birthright? I’m really behind in comics, I am. If it’s cool and new, I might have missed it.
TV:
If anyone downloaded a season or so of Battlestar Galactica, Veronica Mars or even Buffy, I’d like to watch these, complete. Oh, also Sopranos and even Six Feet Under.
CDs:
My Bro introduced me to Mercury Rev, Franz Ferdinand and Razorlight. The last two only have one album each, but it would be cool to listen to this stuff legally.
Objects:
I used to have an MP3 player that I liked a lot, but I lost it.
I need good knives. Not big or ungainly or pointy, just good eating knives, the sort that would cut a steak or slice bread or spread butter, and all with ease.
I need a good handbag. A man’s handbag, with lots of room. My family might be getting me one, because I haven’t asked them for anything else.
A camera.
A webcam and a microphone, so I can talk to S.
Misc:
A happy birthday card you drew yourself.
A poem, a picture, a dance. Well, maybe not a dance.
Have too many clothes and shoes I should buy myself.
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Swedish Parents
Daniel Glazman’s observes while visiting Sweden:
you may notice a lot, really a lot of people between 35 and 40 years old with no children. It’s not what you think it is for many of them. They became parents around 15 years ago… They children are now teen-agers, on their own, and the parents are enjoying night life in the swedish capital. When I was there in 1990-1991, it was so common to see a girl 19 years old with a baby that it was shocking for people coming from southern europe.
Used to be, people would fool around writing programs to generate random text, prose or poetry.
These days, you can sample the state-of-the-art in this field by going through the spam in your inbox.
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Spartan Heat
My computer is a hot and slow laptop propped up on a desk with the sound system, TV and a USB Disk hooked up to it, in a sweltering enclosed balcony stuffed to the brim full of mildew-scented comics in plastic bags.
All this isn’t very conductive to spending time on it, let alone writing inspired blog entries. Or even posting the usual linkage.
I thought of a campaign idea yesterday, while watching The Bourne Supremacy. The image of Karl Urban as a Russian hitman on his day off, sitting in a bar surrounded by chicks, made me think of footballers. Virile and young and in a glamourous profession where you’re all used up by the time you hit thirty. Maybe thats why they bond so easily with models. Anyway, hitmen as footballers. And (since this is my brain drawing the analogies), Supermen as footballers.
So, the idea is a campaign called Spartans: people with superhuman strength and speed and toughness, who can fly (the classic Superman package, in other words). Mostly young (because you don’t last in that line of work), mostly male (because supermen are proportionally stronger than superwomen? Or superpowers are more common among men?), a campaign about action and power and testosterone unleashed, a campaign about dying young and with style.
Sort of like our games, before Israel brought a feminine touch to it.
Maybe I should run this to myself, like a Shiffer.