Thelema College: My Sigil Kicks Ass

To figure out What Happened to Sarah? I applied to the mysteri-mystical Thelema College. I want to expand my mind, starting with meditations upon my sigil, a required component of applying to Thelema College. My chosen name is (ha, real surprise) “dis aster” which incidentally means “ill star” or “bad star” or “star asunder” depending on how melodramatick you want to be about it.

Actually, if you were curious, I was thinking of the Latin roots of the word “disaster” when I chose this handle. I find “disaster” to be one of those ubiquitous words in the English language. Everything bad is a “disaster,” more often than a catastrophe, a calamity, or a cataclysm. Seriously, think about it. I used it all the time, even before I took up the handle. And, now that I’ve mentioned it, you’re going to notice the word being used–on TV, by your friends–every day.

Okay yeah, I digress. You can read more about What Happened to Sarah? in my latest ARGNet article.

I’ve Been Repo’ed

Alright, I’m not going to get in the habit of writing movie reviews, but this one is very appropriate. I had signed on to be a Repo- uhm.. Woman a while ago, but I’ve been having a hard time keeping up with things. And, I have to admit more than a little envy at @gconventional for snagging those 2 runners here in DC.

I managed to tag along with @aliendial to an advance screening of Repo Men, and I can’t help but spill my guts about this movie. I understand it might not be everyone’s cup of tea (the gore is pretty intense, for one thing), but I find myself still thinking about the movie, a day later, trying to figure out what it was about it that resonated so well with me. Besides the pure awesome power of Forest Whitaker, that is. Man, can that guy ever suck?

Repo Men might seem like yet another futuristic dystopian film, with lots of technology and the human condition digitized. The complex and suspenseful storyline is smart, and despite all the bling and glitz, there’s something about the film that makes me think about how humans relate to each other, the things they say and do. It’s as much about being a quivering mass of warm guts (and the need for connections with other quivering masses of flesh) as it is about the cold embrace of the technology that is supposed to improve our little carbon-based lives. Read more »

Bit Me, Flynn!!

It’s cute and little and prickly. Just like me.

Oh Starveling Cat….

Fallen London has been all-a-twitter with revelry, merriment, and scandal. In anticipation of the Feast of the Exceptional Rose starting on “Valentine’s Day,” the editor at The Expurgated London Gazette, a Mister Huffam, Esq., held a competition for couplets about that lovable, winsome Starveling Cat. Congratulations to the winners, who received special VIP passes into Mrs Plenty’s Most Distracting Carnival. Because there were so many great entries, there were also numerous honorable mentions.

I’ve collected a sampling of them to reprint here, by permission of their authors. I find them simply delightful, and post them here in no particular order, except for the honorable mentions.