A friend is moving, downscaling to a smaller home. She asked me if I wanted my discworld novels back. I picked them up and started reminiscing about how sourcery introduced me to that wonderful octarine world. How Pratchett's discworld introduced me to different ways of thinking (even if I didn't agree with them) like the … Continue reading Cleaning



Twas the eye of the apocalyptic storm, slowly disintegrating every vestige of sanity from him. The storm would continue, but here, in a cloud of narcotic smoke the eye gave reprieve. Here altruism met megalomania. Here Mister Kite deafened the inner voice, and helter skelter the turbulent, tepid waters of the mind evaporated, leaving only … Continue reading Gabberish