Blog Entries from Wreybies

  1. Screech Owl

    There’s an owl outside my window, within a guama tree. My cat has sussed her presence. They speak, both he and she. She does not hoot, but instead warbles, as screech owls often do. My cat is all a-chatter, and thus he tries to woo.
  2. Raised by Wolves (impressions)

    Here be spoilers. Warned, ye be. My take on season 1, devoid of any context Mr. Scott may be offering because Roland Barthes says the author is dead, and thus he shall remain, in the grave and silent. The entire story is about religion on both a meta-level and on a literal level. Androids are programmed to take some human fetuses to a far away planet to raise and start anew without the corroding taint of religion that is destroying Earth in an end-of-days war. The religious side - of...
  3. Stop waiting for flying cars

    We’re not getting them. And it’s not because they are impossible to make. We’ve seen any number of iterations across the decades, from “that’s pretty much an airplane with wings that can fold to make it fit in the garage” to the more modern take of “oh, you mean a giant drone I can sit in”. And it’s not because the human animal is a horrific pilot requiring years of intense education and training in order to achieve near-negligible accident rates, and near-negligible would need to be the...
  4. Accountability

    Lord Robert Unanue, 2nd Earl of Idiotas joins Her Ladyship, the Duchess J.K. Rowling of Upper Scullery and Lower Treebog as the latest in a line of fully grown, adult as fuck people who missed the accountability conversation. They each said some things recently that were diametrically opposed to the sentiments and concerns of the group of people who give them money and are now crying “suppression” because the people who used to give them money (fans, purchasing public) are making their...
  5. Your favorite writer must…

    … remain a complete stranger to you if you wish to continue loving those books. Ever hear the phrase “never meet your heroes”? Not only will they not live up to your expectations, those expectations were likely so inhumanly impossible to actually achieve, when you discover the skeletons in their closets, you’re not just falling from a normal height. No. You’ve climbed Olympus expecting to find a plinth with a placard ready and waiting to accept your beloved writer. The fall from Olympus is...
  6. We grow thin...

    ... as we grow fat. There's a new roll I can feel when I bend a certain way. It's strange because I've always been a thin fellah. I'm the guy at the gym who has trouble gaining mass. I never really expected gaining weight to be something you felt in the areas of gain, physically, like a sock hiding in your shirt just pulled from the dryer. Some shirts feel like they aren't mine anymore. They don't sit right. They're just - wrong. But in every other aspect, I've grown thin. Patience....
  7. Choices

    Up against the wall, face against the cement, hands behind my back. Choices. I see what is happening. I see where it's happening. I see why it's happening. I see who is doing it. I see who it's being done to. Choices. I made a choice 12 years ago when I left the country that never wanted me, my name, my skin, my sexuality. She was a cruel mother with her church so cold it was like a meat locker, and the home was even colder, but she was my mother nonetheless. Choices. You love a cruel...
  8. Thing or Place?

    For the dismissively pedantic, of course every place is also a thing, but not every thing is a place, now is it? Where's the line? And for sake of clarity, I'm speaking of artificial things, artifacts of humanity. A car easily holds both titles, so does a boat, but boats can be much bigger than cars. Very much bigger. If you've ever been on an aircraft carrier, the uninitiated can easily get lost. You don't get lost in things. You get lost in places.
  9. Near-future Science Fiction...

    ... never pans out. Ever. The original timeline for Blade Runner has come and gone. Priss, Roy, and the rest, had they not been retired by Decker, will have hit their expiration dates. So what is the point of the near-future story that paints an ultra-fantastic world just a couple of decades in the future? In a couple of decades, a huge of swath of you in the USA will still be living in homes built during the post-war boom and also the 80's housing boom. No swish-swish Star Trek doors and...
  10. Lafcadio

    Лафкадио. Lafcadio. Ангельский мальчик. Angel boy. Благословен красотой, проклят безумием. Blessed with beauty, cursed with madness. Что бы ты подумал о нас сейчас? What would you think of us now? Симфония, которая заканчивается крушение поезда. A symphony that ends in a train wreck. Lafcadio Orlovsky
  11. At the speed of weed...

    Sitting in the dispensary waiting room yesterday, there was a tall trans woman sitting behind me extolling a litany of natural curatives as though they were items to be found at Hogwarts. Garlic, it seems, is the panacea to all of mankind's ills. Ginger is a gift to us from the priestesses behind the veil at Glastonbury Tor and tumeric, well, there's even a photo of Zeus handing it over as a gift to cover whatever inconvenience his animal-form one-night-stand may have caused whatever hapless...
  12. I shrink

    I shrink You grow I fade You glow I give You take I thirst You slake I hush You yell I wash You smell I wake You dream I’m done T'would seem
  13. Blinkers

    Some of you are fiending as you read this. You want a Genre Romance that doesn’t end in an HEA. You want a High Fantasy story that still takes place exactly where they always take place, but you want to see a little more diversity. You wanna’ bang that heroin into your vein, but you don’t want it to be heroin or a vein into which you are banging. You want it to be different, and at the same time you want it to be exactly the same. You walk into the Barnes & Noble, and head to the same...
  14. Our Car Are

    “Those are our car, so give us the keys.” Our husband, confused, just slapped their knees. “There’s only one car and only one you,” they retorted to us, and that’s when We knew. They see it so strange and so odd to the rest. It takes many twigs to build ye some nest. And it takes many parts to construct those old car. And billions of cells are in us, yes they are. Nothing are singular, give them some thought. Uncounted quarks in these Gordian Knot. Trillions of stars swirl 'round their...
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