I’ve always noticed that the basic dichotomy of Brian’s head consisted of a gigantic black circle that took up a vast majority of his face, but I never thought of it like this. And as the namesake of the watermark insists, I don’t think I’ll be capable of unseeing such again. But it’s not really a bad thing in this case.
Ahri is a character from the online arena game, League of Legends. She’s based loosely on an Asian mythical nine-tailed fox, that depending on which country you’re asking, has variations on its story. Most of them depict the nine-tailed fox as an evil creature, mostly utilizing deception, trickery, and/or seduction to commit its evil deeds. But since the design of the character is so leaning towards Korean in appearance and clothing, I’m lead to the belief that it’s a Korean iteration, the character is loosely based around.
I have this book of translated Korean fairy tales, that a cousin got for my sister when I was young that I somehow came to inherit. It’s full of entertaining stories and a glimpse of culture differences, but one of the stories dealt with the nine-tailed fox. And as is the case with most stories involving the nine-tailed fox, it’s evil, and it’s out to kill shit. But the origins are essentially the same; girl is killed by the nine-tailed fox, nine-tailed fox takes the form of the girl, starts wrecking shit up. In this story, Ahri kills horses and eats their livers, before killing her parents eventually. Her brother is eventually the one who kills her, and in the aftermath the true form of a corpse of a fox with nine tails is discovered.
But the above imagery is a stark contrast to the sexified Ahri that’s available to play in LoL today.
A whole bunch of firsts here – first picture drop of the 2012 year, first batch of images taken with my DSLR, and first photo post with this gallery format. Which is all in relation to the first trip out to Las Vegas in quite some time for me, the occasion being a friend’s birthday party. No better excuse to hit up Vegas.
I often say that the mark of a good Vegas trip is going home with the feeling that you missed out on doing some things. I ate like a pig (surprise), got to do some gambling, and saw a couple of shows, as well as enjoying the company of our large-ish group out there. But I didn’t get to indulge in Erris Irand ribs, I didn’t play craps, and I didn’t go up the Eiffel Tower, so I can say that I left with some of those feelings of missing out. But that’s a good thing, because unlike the last few times prior to my burnout, I have something to look forward to the next time I go out there.
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Coming back from Las Vegas was probably the worst part of the trip. Not only was there the downer of having to leave Las Vegas, but it turned out that the direct flight from Vegas to Atlanta happened to be full of a bunch of insufferable fat fucks whom all seemed to be from Cleveland routing through Atlanta. And I’m not just saying such pejoratives because I’m bitter, as the above picture evidences, there really were some severely fat fucks on my flight.
There are tons of stories out there about people complaining about fat people on flights; after all, I’ve personally been bumped from a flight due to an aircraft hitting weight limit while there were still three unoccupied seats, among many others I probably have. But this one was a new one for me, and agitating enough for me to feel inspired to write about it.
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Sinclair Petroleum, with a dinosaur on the sign.
What, nobody else remembers Dinosaurs, and the wacky hijinks of the Sinclair family?
I’ll be in Las Vegas, for the first time in quite a few years. Whether or not I am drunk at this very moment is yet to be determined.
Amazingly, with the amount of things I’ve been doing on a routinely basis, I still found time to read a few books this past year. Gone are the days where I’d pound out 30+ books, but at least I can say that I read more in 2011 than I did in 2010 (18 vs. 17). As is kind of the norm for anyone who reads a lot, we tend to get pickier, and more selective of the things we read, and when in doubt, there are authors or subjects that we fall back onto. Such is quite prevalent in my 2011 list of books, but for the most part, I can’t say that I didn’t find some degree of enjoyment in the things I read in the last year.
The Book of BasketballBy Bill Simmons
A gigantic thick book that encompassed way more about basketball than my existence was aware of, but Simmons’ writing style and personality is one that appeals to me a lot, because it reminds me of me somewhat. But what I really liked the most about the book was the countdown of the top NBA players of all time, and that Simmons is as high on Tim Duncan as I am, and ranked him within the top-10 all time, which I can agree with. No-decision.
The Silent Man
By Alex Berenson
Gradually, I’ve been making my way through the John Wells series as I’ve obviously become a fan of Alex Berenson’s writing. So far, out of all of the stories, I would have to say that The Silent Man probably had the most abrupt and sudden climax out of them. It’s like you’re reading through the book, and you’re cognitive of the fact that you’re running out of pages, and the main conflict is not yet resolved yet. And then suddenly, a lot of hints and clues come together immediately, and then just like that, conflict resolved. But it was not that predictable, which is something I could appreciate. Win.
