Stolen from the Guardian’s travel photo contest
Looking at my stats for the past hour, it appears that someone who reads Valleywag but doesn’t officially work there thinks I’m Lainey. Because presumably the people who work there know very well that I linked to them from the gossip blog only a few days ago, and they know it’s not Lainey‘s. So, am I Lainey?
This would be a “no.”
My gossip, however non-lucrative, is at least not consistently four days late. Seriously, when I started I wanted to give homegirl the luv, since all I do is link to other gossip blogs and she is a famously bootstrapping local. But after a couple of weeks trawling through the digital equivalent of stale, tepid bile drawn from the liver of a superannuated Robson Street barfly, I gave up. If it’s vicious, I can’t use it unless it’s also really funny. But if it’s stale and/or dull, I can’t use it at all.
So, keep looking. I’m still not going to blog about you. Levin, maybe.
He failed his saving throw vs Death. You just can’t come back from a natural 0, even if you did invent the game.
Gary Gygax, inventor of the fantasy roleplaying game Dungeons and Dragons
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
-JRRT
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