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The god’s sun passed in its chariot though ice and past howling daemons under the world. The...

Tue, 07 Jul 2009 15:15:00 -0230

The god’s sun passed in its chariot though ice and past howling daemons under the world. The two moons worshiped - perversely - as goddesses by the Kindath had both set, over west into the wide sea. Only the stars, which no one claimed as holy, shone like strewn diamonds over the city Saranios had founded to be the New Rhodias, and to be more than Rhodias had ever been.

‘Oh City, City, ornament of the earth, eye of the world, glory of Jad’s creation, will I die before I see you again?’

So, Lysurgos Matanias, posted as ambassador to the Bassanid court two hundreds years past, longing in his heart for Sarantium even amid the luxurious eastern splendors of Kabadh. Oh City, City.

In all the lands ruled by that City, with its domes and its bronze and golden doors, its palaces and gardens and statues, forums and theaters and colonnades, bathhouses and shops and guildhalls, taverns and whorehouses and sanctuaries and the great Hippodrome, its triple landward walls that had never yet been breached, and its deep, sheltered harbor and the guarded and guarding seas, there was a timeworn phrase that had the same meaning in every tongue and every dialect.

To say of a man that he was sailing to Sarantium was to say that his life was on the cusp of change: poised for emergent greatness, brilliance, fortune - or else at the very precipice of a final and absolute fall as he met something too vast for his capacity.

Valerius the Trakesian had become an Emperor.

Heladikos, whom some worshipped as the son of Jad and placed in mosaic upon holy domes, had died in his chariot bringing fire back from the sun.

Taken from the prologue of Sailing to Sarantium, by Guy Gavriel Kay.
Kay Friggin Rulez

Holy friggin shit. It’s real. Link

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 16:51:15 -0230

Holy friggin shit. It’s real. Link

I mean I knew he was crazy. I’m not THAT outta the loop...

Tue, 09 Jun 2009 01:57:13 -0230

I mean I knew he was crazy. I’m not THAT outta the loop Maria…. but seriously… holy shit.

It’s an invisible anchor.

Tue, 09 Jun 2009 01:53:48 -0230

It’s an invisible anchor.

Source

Thu, 28 May 2009 13:01:02 -0230

Source

Hah ... Crap Shoot

Wed, 27 May 2009 20:05:44 -0230

Hah ... Crap Shoot

Original Moon Landing Newspaper

Sat, 16 May 2009 01:33:00 -0230

Original Moon Landing Newspaper

Man tries to pay bill with spider drawing

Fri, 15 May 2009 01:04:09 -0230

Man tries to pay bill with spider drawing

Video

Wed, 29 Apr 2009 21:38:07 -0230

Photo

Wed, 29 Apr 2009 21:37:04 -0230

It’s actually made of titanium too. Linky Linky

Wed, 22 Apr 2009 10:34:00 -0230

It’s actually made of titanium too.

Linky Linky

Baby Penguin! He’s all mine.

Mon, 20 Apr 2009 12:19:47 -0230

Baby Penguin!

He’s all mine.

"Never met great ones. Nope, just met their shrines. -Lafoo, World of Warcraft character. …...."

Thu, 16 Apr 2009 13:58:08 -0230

“

Never met great ones. Nope, just met their shrines.
-Lafoo, World of Warcraft character.

…. wise observation.

”

It's a speaker. No I'm not joking.

Thu, 16 Apr 2009 13:09:46 -0230

Ok granted, I’ve been genuinely happy lately anyway, so I...

Thu, 16 Apr 2009 13:00:03 -0230

Ok granted, I’ve been genuinely happy lately anyway, so I might be biased.

But I feel even happier after watching this video. Read the description here as well.

It’s just… awesome. People are gunna make it after all.

Best game ever.

Wed, 15 Apr 2009 14:58:28 -0230

Best game ever.

I’ve never heard of the artist or the song but the video...

Sat, 04 Apr 2009 19:43:07 -0230

I’ve never heard of the artist or the song but the video is really really awesome.

HAH! She’s wicked.

Sat, 28 Mar 2009 20:16:42 -0230

HAH! She’s wicked.

Unhappy, Froggy Addison.

Sat, 28 Mar 2009 20:16:23 -0230

Unhappy, Froggy Addison.

Titanic Coincidences

Sat, 28 Mar 2009 19:54:00 -0230

The following text is taken directly from Uncle John’s Great Big Bathroom Reader.

The Titan/Titanic

In 1898, a short novel called The Wreck of the Titan or Futility, by Morgan Robertson, was published in the U.S. It told the story of the maiden voyage of an “unsinkable” luxury liner called the Titan. Robertson described the boat in great detail.

The Titan, he wrote, was 800 feet long, weighed 75,000 tons, had three propellers and 24 lifeboats, and was packed with rich passengers. Cruising at 25 knots, the Titan’s hull was ripped apart when it hit an iceberg in April. Most of the passengers were lost because there weren’t enough life boats. Robertson apparently claimed he’d written his book with the help of an “astral writing partner.”

Eerie Coincidence: Fourteen years later, the real-life Titanic took off on its maiden voyage. Like the fictional Titan, it was considered the largest and safest ship afloat. It was 882.5 feet long, weighed 66,000 tons, had three propellors and 22 life boats, and carried a full load of rich passengers. Late at night on April 14, 1912, sailing at 23 knots, the Titanic ran into an iceberg which tore a hole in its hull and upended the ship. At least 1,513 people drowned because there weren’t enough life boats.

The Titanian/Titanic

In 1935, a “tramp steamer” was heading from England to Canada. On watch was a 23-year-old seaman names William Reeves. It was April, the month when the Titanic hit an iceberg and went down. As the Reader’s Digest Book of Amazing Facts tells it:

Young Reeves brooded deeply on this. His watch was due to end at midnight. This, he knew, was the time the Titanic had hit the iceberg. Then, as now, the sea had been calm. These thoughts swelled and took shape as omens … as he stood his lonely watch … He was scared to shout an alarm, fearing his shipmates’ ridicule. But he was also scared not to.

Eerie Coincidence: All of a sudden, Reeves recalled the exact date of the Titanic accident - April 14, 1912 - the day he had been born. That was enough to get him to act.

He shouted out a danger warning, and the helmsman rang the signal: engines full astern. The ship churned to a halt - just yards from a huge iceberg that towered menacingly out of the night.

More deadly icebergs crowded in around the tramp steamer, and it took nine days for icebreakers from Newfoundland to smash a way clear.

The name of the ship Reeves saved from a similar fate to the Titanic’s? The Titanian.

The Luckless Towers

The stoker on the Titanic was named Frank Lucks Towers. Charles Pelegrino writes in his book, Her Name, Titanic:

Though he would survive this night (Titanic) without injury, his troubles were just beginning. In two years he’d be aboard the Empress of Ireland when it collided with another ship, opening up a hole in the Empress’ side. (Note: it was the worst peacetime maritime disaster - over 2000 lost.) It would be an unusually hot night, and all the portholes would be open as she rolled onto her side in the St. Lawrence River. In minutes she would be gone - yet miraculously, Frank Towers was going to survive - virtually alone. He’d take his next job aboard the Lusitania, (sunk by German U-Boats in 1915) and would be heard to shout “Now what!” when the torpedo struck. He’d swim to a lifeboat, vowing every stroke of the way to take up farming.

His story was destined to inspire a young writer to script a teleplay entitled Lone Survivor. The teleplay was so well recieved that it paved the way for a series. The writer’s name was Rod Sterling and the series became The Twilight Zone.

Holy Wow.