"All sorrows can be borne if you put them in a story"

So anyway, I can now say that I have spent a few hours with a carny. A carnival person. A person who worked for and in a carnival. A King among Men, if Homer Simpson is to be believed. Kings among men And he's a bit of an oddity. I don't know if that is a trait inherited from working in a carnival or if that is the personality attracted to carnival living but this man is just that. Odd. And he's a bit too "male" for me. Some highlights include: "Can you believe the guy who killed my Mom is standing trial right now?" "I don't know why I'm looking at all these girls, man. My girlfriend was double G's" (Shows a severe bruise on his forearm) "That's what you get for picking a fight with a door" "You eat bananas? They give me seizures. I seize up." (Imitates a seizure by stiffening his body) "I got jumped last night coming out of the bar. The fuck of it was that I knew them. I was like, "...

Dear Sweetened Condensed Milk, To say that I was out of line this weekend is nothing less than an understatement. When I said that you were quote, "a relic of the Fifties" and "fucking worthless" it was with a breadth of ignorance I was not aware I was capable of. I am truly sorry. I was no more sorry than the moment I laid eyes on the soggy, wobbly Pumpkin Pie I made without you. It was an absolute abomination, having neither the colour nor consistency nor regal bearing of that which we call Pie. As a mainstay of holiday desserts I am sure you know better than anyone the stress involved in making a memorable Thanksgiving meal for people with whom you have had decades long relationships. It is often Thanksgiving or, "Nearly get into a fist fight over cranberry sauce with a 65 year old woman, Annual Drink-a-thon" where familial ties are tested, where old wounds are freshly opened and a properly made, extra delicious pie is the most potent healing salve ...

So anyway, I walk on a fairly low key road on a regular basis. The first week of October I came across the cardboard remains of a 'Creepy Clown Mask' package. The second week a smattering of smudged and worn playing cards scattered the ground where the packaging had once been. This week as I passed the cards now tangled in the brush and weeds on the side of the road, a black cat burst from the brush and loped across the road a few meters in front of me. If Halloween doesn't end with me getting hit in the face with a pie and violently stabbed by a clown calling himself "Sweet Tooth" I will be absolutely devastated. Boo, etc. EDIT/UPDATE Week Four: This morning, in place of the cardboard, the playing cards and the black cat was a single dead squirrel, head and tail pointing towards me. What in the hell is going on with that road? 

I am not good with titles...Most of the time. Originally written on Facebook May 4, 2016 Dishonored 2 has been given a release date. Fantastic news. I for one cannot wait to watch other people play it. My biggest issue, and it's a bit of a pain, is that title. Come on. 2? 2? We can do better than that, surely. Dishonored Too . Obviously. In the tradition of the "Look Who's Talking" films, this new title tells you that while our good friend in the creepy mask is back he is now joined by a similarly dishonored soul that you also control. See? Better. A mission of vengeance is better in pairs. Tagline. Free. Use it, Arkane / Bethesda.