Welcome to the Playpen, our space for ferrety banter and whimsical snippets of things that aren't quite long enough for articles (although they might be) but that caught your eye anyway.
I actually picked up The God of Small Things about ten years ago: it was someone else's copy, so I didn't get very far into it - somewhere not far past the Orangedrink Lemondrink Man. At least, that's the only scene I remember clearly, though I do remember thinking the book was beautifully written. It's one I've been meaning to pick up ever since, actually, but since I also remember it being incredibly sad, I've never quite managed to.
But I will say that the podcast has pushed it back up near the top of my to-read list. In fact, Ferretbrain podcasts have been a major factor in my recent reading habits, having been responsible for my picking up or re-reading The Woman in White, Cotillion, Gaudy Night, The Maltese Falcon, Wolf Hall, Vampire Academy (and sequels), Glass Houses (and the next in the series), and Lirael & Abhorsen (the last two because of a side discussion in one of the podcasts about awesome librarian characters in fiction).
In fact, thinking about it, it seems I get the majority of my book recommendations from Ferretbrain...
Yeah, The Woman in White is ace. Did you, out of interest, check out GOST?
It also led to my finally picking up The Woman in White (joint winner of the first series) and enjoying it immensely. I actually ended up reading along with the relevant bits of each episode so as to prevent being spoiled for either plot (the plot of a 150-year-old text, I know...) and/or discussion, and it was extremely entertaining, so thanks, Past!Ferretbrainers!
I may have something going up at the weekend.
I should have a new article going up in a couple of days.
Dan, Kyra and Arthur are all tied up with offline stuff at the moment. Most of us are also doing at least one non-FB project to divide our attention. And of course, Alasdair has recently stepped back from articling.
Personally, I only write GOGathons these day, which means a gap between articles at least as long as it takes me to finish as much of the game as I can handle, i.e. anything from five minutes to, I'm starting to suspect, the rest of the year: as you may have spotted I'm playing The Witcher now. At the moment I'm trying to read through my epic book pile, which doesn't exactly lend itself to considered reviewing, but if anyone's desperately keen to see a load of one-paragraph reviews then hey, let me know and I'll think about mashing some together into a post. The RPG-related stuff I occasionally posted now goes on my blog instead. Any spare articling time I have tends to go on non-English stuff.
I recommend submitting something :)
- Something getting progressively more corrupted.
- An unchanging facade.
- Something which reveals the changes taking place under the facade.
The comic presents only two things, a mind clinging to a blunt and mildly juvenile refusal to change and a face which does age. The facade itself is missing.
In other, more interesting news, I finally read Storm of Steel a few weeks ago, and it got me interested enough in Ernst Jünger that I tracked down a rather illuminating study of his work during and between the wars. He was a very interesting man. He was a modernist, of course, but more attuned to the "conservative" metaphysical side of modernism, which is hardly surprising given his time and place. I've grown to think of him as an epiphantic modernist who tried act like a programmatic one, but wasn't suited for it. In the '20s he tried to put down some schemes as to what his ideal world would look like, but he was always at his best when he was just acting as a writer and working in allegory. He was always ruminating over man's relationship to technology and to war, the latter of which he always got attacked on. (Storm of Steel is all about his WWI experience, but the memoir views the war not with horror but with fascination, particularly for its extreme situations and transformative effects on the men who fought.) However, despite accusations and some occasional dalliances in the early '20s, Jünger was definitely not a Nazi. Hell, he was even tangentially involved in the July 20th plot.
Today's comic really does boil down to:
Interesting people are LIKE ME
Boring people are LIKE GIRLS WHO WOULDN'T HAVE SEX WITH ME IN HIGH SCHOOL
Intolerable people are LIKE GUYS WHO PICKED ON ME IN HIGH SCHOOL
I also wish he'd quit dumping on economists, given that he knows *precisely jack shit* about economics.
Grounds for booing:
- Assumption that talking about ideas is inherently interesting: [CITATION NEEDED], nothing's more boring than someone who drones on and on about his pet theory.
- Assumption that talking about people is boring. This would imply that people themselves are an inherently boring topic. [CITATION NEEDED] again - I think people are pretty enthralling myself - though I can see how the concept appeals to a guy whose webcomic career is based on a series in which there are no actual characters whatsoever.
- Assumption that any discussion of what you drank last night is intolerable. [CITATION NEEDED]. Maybe you had a nice wine which you'd like to recommend! Maybe you had a well-aged port which had an interesting story behind it! Who's to say that alcohol is the exclusive province of alcoholics?
It's funny and informative and shows you actual gameplay, which is pretty much unheard of in game trailers.
And, no, you're probably getting Agron mixed up with Auctus, who was Barca's first lover in the prequel and whom Crixus was forced to kill in an Arena match. Agron was one of the Germanic brothers who came in with the new group of trainee gladiators in the middle of the first season, right after the storyline that got Barca, his boyfriend Pietros and that nasty brute who abused the poor boy killed. Agron is the elder brother, the one who couldn't resist checking out his neighbor's junk when they were told to strip for Illythia. He gets a boyfriend named Nasir in season 2 and their love life and character development becomes a major storyline.
It ended, naturally, with a fight to the death between me and Dan. (Dan won but my death was a glorious one.)