November 2011
small dirty bathtub: Tumblr Dragon Age fandom secret Santa? →
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Champions and Wardens! I’m pretty sure at this point we are done approaching the holiday season and have arrived. I am a big fan of holiday cheer—anyone interested in doing a secret Santa type thing within our lovely little tumblr nest of Dragon Age fans? I think it would be…
aaah I want in too!!
I would most definitely participate.
Sure why not :) sounds fun!
Me too!
I’m in!
I could kick in sketchcard or something. :)
I would be quite interested!
Count me in!
I get all my best ideas on the shower
So when I get out all my story notes smell like Lush soaps and look like this: ‘Varric begin (dwarf leg. Like anansi- imrtal) then Anders - Aveline- others- all bitty- mix self and fable’ only blurry with damp.
I am not done with storytelling meta, it seems!
“He gazes sorrowfully at his son’s dwelling,
the banquet hall bereft of all delight,
the windswept hearthstone; the horseman are sleeping,
the warriors under ground; what was is no more.
No tunes from the harp, no cheer raised in the yard.
Alone with his longing, he lies down on his bed
and sings a lament; everything seems too large,
the steadings and the fields.” —
the banquet hall bereft of all delight,
the windswept hearthstone; the horseman are sleeping,
the warriors under ground; what was is no more.
No tunes from the harp, no cheer raised in the yard.
Alone with his longing, he lies down on his bed
and sings a lament; everything seems too large,
the steadings and the fields.” —
-Beowulf, ll.2455-2462, trans. Seamus Heaney
Medieval Thedas’ post on Heorot in Beowulf inspired me to dig out my own copy and transcribe my favourite passage from Heaney’s translation. I thought its discussion of loss (particularly the loss of a son) was also rather appropriate for Remembrance Sunday.
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Oh man in the flurry of Skyrim today I totally forgot I made this this week! So before I got horribly ill I kind of recorded a sung review of Uncharted 3 to the tune of Under the Sea.
Stay with me.
You see, I write video game reviews for a website called Impossible Podcasts and I was bashing out one for Uncharted. And every time I wrote ‘Uncharted 3’ I mentally said it in a way that sounded a little like ‘Under the Sea’. I shared this thought on Facebook and was duly egged on, aaaaand well this happened.
Please excuse my horrid singing voice, it’s more made for honking and snort-laughing than beautiful melodies.
I think I’ve picked up some kind of horrendous bug. Not much sleep last night. Too busy crouched over the loo.
I feel like the grossest gross that ever grossed. Blaaaargh.
