Disturbed and Confused

Part of the famous 'bikini girls' mosaic
found in the ancient Roman villa
unearthed near Piazza Armerina, Sicily

I want this said right up front: I'm not a prude.  In fact it would be very easy, and possibly very accurate, to claim that of the many things I am most certainly not, a prude is one of them.  But you don't need to be a prude, or narrow-minded, to get your hackles raised about the subject of this post.

A friend has linked me a post on the feminist blog, Jezebel.  I don't follow it myself.  She's a fashion designer, and one that I admire, which is saying something.  I'm really not a fan of most fashions, for various reasons, and frankly this is one of them.  When you get people all striving to look pretty, to stand out in ways that carefully remain within the acceptable parameters of their culture (or subculture), you get more and more extreme stuff.  With adult fashion that's not necessarily a problem, though it can be both amusing and annoying - actually, some adult fashion I really like - but we're not talking adult fashion here.

What are we talking about?  Padded bikinis for eight year olds.

In Memorandum

Rest in peace, Nan.

Lest we forget.

Musing: Are We Killing Ourselves?

I was listening to a song today, feeling myself slip inexorably toward a grief-stricken, depressive slump, when something occurred to me. With all intent of soaking a bit of my depression away I went and ran a bath, thinking about the emotional stress in my current frame of mind as well as my method of alleviating that stress, and I suddenly wondered:

Are we killing ourselves?

Don't Give Up

Damn it all, Brian.

We love you.

The Brink..?

Sometimes I think I'm right on the narrow cliff-edge of madness.

Oooh, heavy subject matter!  Still.  Sometimes I do wonder, somewhat, if I could just take a step sideways and end up in someone's fevered dream-world - maybe mine, maybe someone else's.

And before I go on I'm not trying to insult anyone or downplay the tragedy of people who suffer some kind of mental illness (a category I fit into currently).  I'm just rambling.

Thoughts, tumbling out too fast, too rich, too pure, like vomiting up the flesh of angels into a bowl made of dreams.

Mmm.  Bowl.

Gamer Blues (1/??)

Well...  Meh.

You've probably already gathered that the topic of this post isn't a foray into game-related Pantone® discussion.  Indeed it is not.  Instead it's possibly related to a combination of other topics I regularly go on about (though as this is the fourth post in this blog I don't 'regularly go on about' anything here, yet).

The core of the matter is a certain sense of ennui that I think a lot of gamers get.  But before we go further let's go through a few quick definitions.

BathPost: Inspiration

Got any idea where I am? I'll give you a clue: the answer is 'in the bath'.

Yep, I'm duckying it up, though I have no ducky, typing on my iPhone 4 which is currently protected by a snap-lock waterproof sandwich bag. Whoever said waterproofing had to be expensive?

A Review: Sex At Dawn

Sex At Dawn: the prehistoric origins of modern sexuality

Sex at Dawn (Ryan & Jethá)

Author/s: Christopher Ryan & Cacilda Jethá
ISBN: 978-1-921640-59-9
Pub.: 2010 by Harper-Collins (Scribe Publications in Australia)

Synopsis: A treatise on the controversial topic of prehistoric sexuality, influences that may have shaped human sexuality, cultures that display similar sexual practices today, and what all of this may mean for us.

Welcome to the Dream

Welcome to my blog.  It's, well, a blog.

I have many, now, most of them floating and abandoned in the internet's wide expanse, but this one is the one I'm... currently using.

So I suppose I should make some kind of introduction of myself, as this is supposed to be my introduction post. But first I think I'll lay some advice down on the table.

After this 'Read more...' cut, that is.