Fire, we like it.
No, this isn’t a metaphor piece on birds, I’m sorry. I just wanted to let you all know that Path to Nowhere is on Sci-Fi Bloggers right now and you should all check it out.
That is all.
~D.
FIRST LOOK: Path to Nowhere
11 Nov
You’ll be able to read my weekly series, Path to Nowhere, on Sci-Fi Bloggers soon! Here’s a quick taste of what you’ll be reading:
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Fire, she likes it. It’s warm, filled with life, capable of death, known for both. It’s bright. She’s been up all night looking at it, and the stars, and the moon, and the glowing eyes of watchful beasts. They dare not draw near. They’ve seen her before. They’ve seen her fire.
She looks to where the horizon will be when the sun finally creeps over World’s End, calculating how far her next stop is. How long has it been since Krimwald? Three days: first day running, next two walking and hiding. At the rate she’s going, it should take another day to reach Reager. Hopefully they followed her false trail to Black Rider Canyon.
They’ve got to stop following me. They keep coming for more, ruining everything. There has to be an end to their search at some point, doesn’t there? No, there doesn’t. She’ll keep running, she’ll keep fighting, and she’ll keep searching for it. It is everything. It is all that matters. Everything else is either a barrier or a band-aid. It is the only way to fix it all. I need it.
That switch. It keeps happening. Her, me, her, me. Why can’t I just—ugh! It hurts to do it sometimes, most of the time really, just thinking it, I. She shivers, letting out a nervous sigh. Maybe she should just let it go, not try anymore. What’s the point, anyway? Why try at all? To heal? Everything else is either a barrier or a band-aid. It is the only way to fix it all. She needs it.
Her, me, her, me.
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Can’t wait for you to see the rest!
~D.
A New Chapter
1 Nov
Okay, we’re here, the start of the next bit. A lot’s coming up, so I’ll keep you posted, you’ll keep me posted, and we’ll do great and all.
Firstly, I’ve been featured on Sci-Fi Bloggers twice! This is really exciting, and you should check out not only my articles, but those of the other writers (one, and another) as well. It’s great stuff!
Secondly, I recently saw Ender’s Game, and I’m here to tell you, as a reader of the book, the director did a great job with the film’s second half. While the first part was rushed, the games and the simulation section worked very well, creating an intense, dark atmosphere that I enjoyed immersing myself in. It wasn’t as good as the book, but that’s no surprise. Honestly, I think if had been an hour longer, maybe even three hours long, it would’ve been perfect, maybe even a T.V. series. I’ll have a full review up at some point.
Okay, that’s everything for now. Keep thing moving on your end, and remember, the enemy’s gate is down.
~D.
C
23 Oct
Wow. It’s crazy how far we’ve come, isn’t it? I mean, take a look.
We started with that review of that one movie with the dolls. Then, I said something I’d like to take back, and got lazy, and didn’t post for some time. After that, I came back and told a story, turned into more of a weirdo than usual. Then there was this poorly edited version of something I wrote, followed by another poorly edited version of something I wrote that is now way different, even in terms of plot, time periods, character development, dialogue, etc. So much stuff!
Man, what else did we do? Ah, that’s right! We went on a journey together, and you heard my voice and it was awkward. I wrote a bad ending, and watched an adequate show so you didn’t have to. We followed a goat, examined terrorism, false advertised, discussed knowledge, stayed up late, talked about you, got pissed about abortion, started, got pissed about each other (or I guess it was just me being a bitch or whatever), got pissed about some superhero movie, analyzed characters. Hell, we even got you to want to follow me on Twitter less than you already did! Oh, and something about 9/11, and loving you.
I think the last thing we discussed was racism, and I’ve been away a while. Don’t worry, I’m not disappearing. I just wanted to make sure I did something special for our hundredth time together. I couldn’t come up with much, honestly. Just remembering the good times with the Legendary Heroes and whatnot.
Okay, I guess that’s everything. Here’s something to read before you go to bed, or when you wake up, or whenever. Oh, and here’s a list.
Goodnight/good morning/good evening/good space/you all need to play Beyond: Two Souls.
~D.
P.S. – I think I left out something, but I feel like I shouldn’t talk about it for some reason.
P.P.S. – Look at this tiger.
So Racism Finally Made It Here
26 Sep
Okay, so Upworthy, a news site that recently got my attention after their excellent report on the horrors of the sex trafficking world and the beauty of recovery from it, just lost quite a few points with its followers on Facebook. Why? Here’s why.
At first, the reaction to these might very well be, “Oh, there is racial corruption going on here. We’ve got to stop it!” But, thanks to the quick thinkers of the internet, one of the first responses to this was, “For this information to be relevant, we would need to know the numerical weight of the same groups (women vs. men and people of colour vs. whites), e.g. 30% of Comedy writers are women but only 5% of award winners in that category are women.”
Needless to say, Necip Camcigil, who wrote the comment, wasn’t the only person who felt this way. It’s pretty clear that Upworthy should’ve been more careful about theses statistics. I personally feel that, even if Upworthy just so happens to be correct, the way to deal with racism is the way Morgan Freeman said we should. It’s the way that’s the least painful, in my opinion.
What do you think? Do you agree with what Upworthy has to say, or on you on the side of its critics? Leave a comment below and let me know!
~D.
Four More Years
23 Sep
Where we start is where we end,
And at the end, we start again.
We do this because it is fun
To make a game and have it won.
And see, that’s what all this stuff is:
The cat, the dog, the wife, the kids,
The house, the car, the book you wrote,
The pictures, the meals, that winter coat
You wore to your son’s baseball game
So you could watch his rise to fame.
You did it for your daughter, too
When, live onstage, she played the blues.
All these things, the art, the music,
They’re there for us to simply use it
And succeed at this game we made,
The one which forever we’ve played
Because of how much fun it’s been,
And also ’cause—hell—we love to win!
It’s how we roll. You know it’s true.
It’s how we live, me and you
And us all under the same roof,
Bound by ties that need no proof
Of existence. We know they’re there.
They’re why we love and why we care
About each other so much, so purely.
You understand why I’m saying this, surely?
Well, if you don’t, I’ll let you know
Why I’ve been speaking to you so
Oddly, in a fashion I don’t normally pick:
It’s my Fourth Anniversary! Come on, you pricks!
How could you forget the twenty-third,
In which I penned the very first words
That started our little game
Within the Great Game? What a shame
You should forget this day, the start
Of me talking to you through art,
And us building this powerful bond,
The kind that lasts forever strong.
But I know that you didn’t forget,
You only needed me to let
You know it’s okay to celebrate
This (obvious rhyme) momentous date
When you and I first became friends.
It’ll start here, end here, and start again,
Just as it’s always been with us.
We’ll make more games and build more trust,
And every year I’ll write a poem,
Which you’ll read on your screen at home.
And maybe you’ll write back to me,
And tell me how good it feels to be
Alive and powerful, all of those things
That this Great Game we’ve made eternally brings.
All right, I guess that’s where this story ends,
And, where it stops, another begins.
I’ve had fun, really, living these last four years with you.
Here’s to next quartet, goo goo g’joob.
~D.
P.S. – To trace the origin of the image at the top, this is the place to look. Good luck.
Is It Me, or We?
22 Sep
In the Roarin’ 1920s, it was all about looking good now, feeling going now, and being unique, standing out. It was all about individualism. It was all about desires. These viewpoints were remnants of an old era, one that lasted forty years called the “Me Cycle.” It ended in 1923, and a new age began, an age which would one day be referred to as the “We Cycle.” The We Cycle wasn’t about the individual, it was about the group. The needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few, and responsibility was valued above desire.
The above mentioned were not the first Cycles. They have been going on a long time, and still exist today. How do I know this? A wise mentor of mine made me aware of it, and now I want you to be aware, too.
The Cycles alternate in the same way a pendulum swings: it starts at a central point, swings up one way until it hits zenith, swings back to central point, and then up to zenith again, back and forth, on and on. Both Cycles have their pros and cons, and neither is good or bad, only different. They represent the way we think and what appeals to us, in general. Now, that’s not to say we don’t all have our own personal tastes and desires and wants and needs and fears and all that jazz, but, for the most part, the consensus is there, and I don’t see it going away any time soon.
A good place to go if you want to learn more about the Pendulum Cycles is here. Check the site’s “Blog” section to keep up-to-date with current events and their relation with the We Cycle we are currently living in. Note that there are entries listing major differences between the We and Me Cycles, which you should read.
Well, that’s everything. I hope the knowledge I’ve just imparted to you leads to great rewards.
~D.
And We Keep Going
15 Sep
Okay, so I just felt like updating you on everything that’s going on. Things have been moving in the right direction for me. I can imagine it’s been the same for you. If not, cheer up. It’ll be okay. Yeah, yeah, “It’s just getting worse and worse. I can’t take it anymore. To hell with the mortgage.” I know, I get it, trust me. But if you keep thinking about the Prequel Trilogy, the Originals are going to pass you by (to those who didn’t understand that, here you go).
Anyhow, this is pretty cool, or something. No, but really, I’m psyched for what’s coming. Working with Pendulum in Action is a blast and an honor, and I’m looking forward to continuing this relationship. Also, Michael Drew and Roy H. Williams are geniuses. They offer profound and practical social and cultural insight, which you should all take advantage of.
Last but not least, I’ve updated the Here Lies KNOWLEDGE page. You should take a look at it. I know you’ve read it already a million times, but just do it again, because you can.
A’ight, that’s everything. I’ve got a train to catch. Be seeing you.
~D.
Type It
11 Sep
I googled “twin towers” a few seconds ago. I was looking in the “Images” section. I expected smoke, fire, evil, all those things to come up first. I was surprised to find that all the starting pictures were of the Twin Towers prior to that day that changed our way of life forever. Here, look at this one. Isn’t it something? Look at how big they are compared to all the other buildings? They have this eternal look about them, this indestructible quality. I’m well aware that they no longer stand, but right there they just seem unbreakable.
I scrolled down. Immediately the scenery I expected came up: the smoke, the fire, the evil, the planes. Funny, there’s so much controversy over how it happened. Does it matter? I mean, of course it “matters,” but does it matter, really? No, no, no. How it happened, or even that it happened isn’t what really matters. It’s what we did about it that deserves remembrance, and, at the very least, praise. We buckled down, we didn’t give in, we remained united, we helped each other, saved each other even. We won. That was the real victory, and that’s the victory that should’ve been observed to begin with.
Yes, it’s true, justice should be exacted when crimes are committed, but it’s gone on so long that people are starting to forget the victory and think only of the crashes, the explosions, the screaming, the terror, and the need to completely eradicate “those people.” I’m not saying punishment wasn’t in order. I’m not saying it still isn’t. But the focus on it is far too great. What warrants our attention is what we gained, not what we lost. It’s unity, ya hear? That’s what matters.
I googled “unity” a few seconds ago. I was looking in the “Images” section. I expected love, people holding hands, peace signs, all those things to come up first. They did.
Type it.
~D.
Dylan Alexander 