I always liked the SDF-1's Space Fold Tech because it was such an important plot point in the Robotech Saga and I've always thought it was more plausible than Han Solo's space-contracting hyperdrive that somehow shrank the Kessel Run to 12 parsecs and with a better explicated mechanism than the Enterprise's warp drive with arbitrary warp factor settings.

I can't remember where the original link is from, but Ta-Nehisi Coates was asked what his favorite poem is, and he answered that it was "Middle Passage" by Robert Hayden.

Always two there are, a master and an apprentice.

Lightning from Final Fantasy XIII will be modeling for Louis Vuitton in the spring and summer of 2016.

How did people get over this? They obviously did. Every day someone fell in love with the wrong person and had to pack up all their fragile, misguided hopes and unwanted affection, and move on.

I was in a terrible mood this afternoon, but it turns out it was only because I had ended up skipping lunch. After getting something into my stomach, I'm feeling a lot better.

where did that come from, that look, like "yikes!" or "i don't know what's going to happen, but we'll find out soon enough," like lightning flash, freeze framing everything searing it into my retinas recognition like an elbow to the head where have i seen that before a hundred lifetimes ago perhaps this infinitely unraveling distance between us sending me spinning and twirling out into space no, not us, there is no us but this memory of a dream and the things that I've happened to pin upon your visage shimmering in my mind half-remembered things that never were striking true in some backhanded fashion

I feel really out of sync right now. I just don't feel right, and it's nothing I can explicate by blogging. I feel like I need to sit still upon it, bore holes into the issue, and figure out where I'm going wrong.

because I'm such a depressive motherfucker, I really need to keep track of these rare moments. let it be known, at this particular, specific moment, I am happy. (surely this is one of the signs of the apocalypse.)

Am I nothing but a clockwork orange? Louis-Ferdinand Céline. Calvin and Hobbes and the Myth of Sisyphus.