Apocalypse Nigh
Jun. 7th, 2006 08:34 amWhen the calendar flipped over to 6/6/06, about half the Christian population decided that the End was Nigh, and a fair few of the rest told everyone to "be careful on that day". Apparently, some heavily pregnant women have been going to great lengths to keep from giving birth to their children on that date. And I'm sure various nuts have been watching the skies for rains of toads and such.
However, I say bollocks to rains of toads and other conventional signs of Armageddon. Apocalypse may well be coming, but its signs came, to me at least, in a form that no one expected.
Someone actually paid some attention to me in my Hollow City game.
That's right; after months of ST-free living, I finally have something that might represent plot in that game. On the one hand, I say "woo-hoo!" and celebrate the fact that I'm not just completely ignored on that board. On the other hand, given that I submitted my application in late February, the suddenness of my reintegration as a character in San Fran is ... well, kinda creepy. I really am starting to think I should be looking for rains of toads.
(Oh, and I don't have the heart to tell the evident East Coaster that he's not going to find a CVS in San Francisco and should instead be looking for a Walgreens. Do your research, people; do I play in RPs set in the US and expect to find a Boots?)
In other news, I finished the Dark Tower series at long last. I suppose the LotR comparison's been made before, given that they have similar themes and such, but while it has that epic sense, DT also has similar problems to LotR. Needlessly long descriptive passages, for one. Sometimes, no matter how good a story is, it really does just flounder under its own weight. Still, there are moments (Callahan in the Dixie Pig, the outcome of Susannah's last door) where my heart just sort of fluttered and, as I do with many books, I fell in love a little.
Then, of course, I read the ending. The worst part about reading these things on public transport is that you can't yell, "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me" at the book you're reading for fear of being considered a loony. Not that it was bad; not even that it was unexpected, per se. Just that it wasn't fair. He can say what he likes about it being "the right ending"; it felt like a cheat. Much like King's own role in the series felt like a cheat. I suppose a bit of disappointment after an undertaking of that size is only natural, but this is just ... hate to admit it, but this is me saying, "Yeah, it really is time you hang up your jock, Mr King. I love your work but take a vacation, huh?"
*sigh* Anyway. Work. Feh.
However, I say bollocks to rains of toads and other conventional signs of Armageddon. Apocalypse may well be coming, but its signs came, to me at least, in a form that no one expected.
Someone actually paid some attention to me in my Hollow City game.
That's right; after months of ST-free living, I finally have something that might represent plot in that game. On the one hand, I say "woo-hoo!" and celebrate the fact that I'm not just completely ignored on that board. On the other hand, given that I submitted my application in late February, the suddenness of my reintegration as a character in San Fran is ... well, kinda creepy. I really am starting to think I should be looking for rains of toads.
(Oh, and I don't have the heart to tell the evident East Coaster that he's not going to find a CVS in San Francisco and should instead be looking for a Walgreens. Do your research, people; do I play in RPs set in the US and expect to find a Boots?)
In other news, I finished the Dark Tower series at long last. I suppose the LotR comparison's been made before, given that they have similar themes and such, but while it has that epic sense, DT also has similar problems to LotR. Needlessly long descriptive passages, for one. Sometimes, no matter how good a story is, it really does just flounder under its own weight. Still, there are moments (Callahan in the Dixie Pig, the outcome of Susannah's last door) where my heart just sort of fluttered and, as I do with many books, I fell in love a little.
Then, of course, I read the ending. The worst part about reading these things on public transport is that you can't yell, "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me" at the book you're reading for fear of being considered a loony. Not that it was bad; not even that it was unexpected, per se. Just that it wasn't fair. He can say what he likes about it being "the right ending"; it felt like a cheat. Much like King's own role in the series felt like a cheat. I suppose a bit of disappointment after an undertaking of that size is only natural, but this is just ... hate to admit it, but this is me saying, "Yeah, it really is time you hang up your jock, Mr King. I love your work but take a vacation, huh?"
*sigh* Anyway. Work. Feh.