Dead Snow

I will make a real post soon I promise

In the meantime here is a plug for the upcoming Unhallowed art show.

The show consists of work by several Unhallowed artists and photographers and will feature work from Unhallowed Necropolis as well as UnMet. Jason will also be hanging some of his own work.

The Heart's Filthy Lesson

Valentine


Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

-- Carol Ann Duffy

Bosnia

All women believe that some day something supremely agreeable will happen, and that afterwards the whole of life will be agreeable. All men believe that some day they will do something supremely disagreeable, and that afterwards life will move on so exalted a plane that all considerations of the agreeable and disagreeable will prove petty and superfluous. The female creed has the defect of passivity, but it is surely preferable. There is a certain logic behind it. If a supremely agreeable event occurs it is probable that the human beings within its scope will be sweetened, and that therefore life will be by that much more harmonious. But there is no reason to suppose that a supremely disagreeable event will do anything, except strain and exhaust those who take part in it.

-Rebecca West, Black Lamb and Grey Falcon

Ghostface Killahs

I've got a new (and for now, secret) project for Unhallowed Metropolis that makes me want to hear ghost stories that don't suck shit. If you believe you have one of these please email it to me so that I can co-opt your creativity for my own financial gain. Unsurprisingly, Victorian era ghost stories are most desirable.

I will now help inspire your morbid thoughts:

We know who our enemies are.

Over my (extended by snow) holiday break from work I had a great deal of time to sit around and listen to music under alternative circumstances. Consequentially I am rescinding my previous assertions that Neutral Milk Hotel's album "In the Aeroplane Over the Sea" sucks. In fact it is kind of awesome but requires more attention than I gave it the first time around having dismissed it as derivative post-Jeff Buckley indie rock. In fact, it predates or was conterminous with the early parts of that scene and is basically awesome.

Oh Comely

Natalie Portman's Shaved Head

Sophisticated Side Ponytail

War on Christmas

The vanguard party of the revolutionary War on Christmas takes the respite of the last few moments before the final battle to inform the proletariat, for whom it is fighting on behalf of (that's mostly you, Nick and Ken), of the status of our glorious struggle.

On the whole our struggle has been successful. The disgusting icons of the bourgeois Christmas state have been smashed and subverted to conform to our revolutionary ideals.


That is not to say that there has not been resistance. Indeed, as the futility of their untenable strategic position becomes obvious, our enemies among the dictatorship of the bourgeois have begun to fight with increasing savagery.


However, we have had some surprising additions to our valiant and correct war; class traitors have joined us from even the highest levels of the oppressor's systems of control.


We are close to victory, comrades! But it is now, at the very moment of our triumph that we must not shrink from the use of any weapon no matter our reservations.


Nor can we afford to neglect any tactic that will assure our success, no matter how questionable we find it.


Soon, our Post-Christmas world will become a reality!


Forward, comrades, into tomorrow, into the future!

Walking through walls in the heart of December

Seattle continues to be devastated by snow storms since Thursday morning. Needless to say I have taken advantage of this enforced time off from work by playing computer games and drinking beer. I also saw a sweetass bus crash from my parking lot that involved a tour bus crashing through a guard wall and dangling over a highway. Having done nothing for the past four days I have nothing interesting to say and will instead make this another Portishead Appreciation Station post.

Mysterons, performed live at Roseland in NYC, 1997:

Up the River

UP THE RIVER is a COMPLETE CAMPAIGN for Unhallowed Metropolis. Narrators are cordially invited to utilize this travelogue for the further Edification of their Friends and Players in the matter of the FEARSOME and SAVAGE BORNEO JUNGLE. Disease, DEATH and GHOULISH HEAD HUNTERS are but a few of the Natural Wonders that await Players who choose to EXPLORE the other side of the World.
UP THE RIVER is best explored over the course of Several Sessions, and comprises a Campaign in Miniature for the Narrator's use, certain to DELIGHT the discerning Player. UP THE RIVER will be available as a pay-to-download supplement on www.eos-press.com and www.newdarkage.net Additionally, the campaign is accompanied by Pre-Generated Characters, New Items and a new Calling for Unhallowed Metropolis: THE EXPLORER.

Up the River, written by Simon Berman and illustrated by Robert Tritthardt, will be available in early 2009.

Simon will be premiering Up the River at Temple Con in February.

http://www.templecon.org/09/