The Goose Is Back. Be Prepared For Attack.

The goose is back. Be prepared for attack.

Personally I think it’s mostly about the undoing of big problems in those games. Usually you “strand” somewhere or you go live in a very remote place. Outside stress falls away. Social media is reduces to a small social group (usually less than a 100) and there is no outside media/complex politics/hidden agendas to distract us with desaster/etc. It’s all about your space in the world. Close and very controlable. This simple way of living has dominated humanity for thousands of years. The way we live today is very unnatural compared to those times. I think it’s become something of a romantic fantasy for most. A place to disconnect and reconnect to yourself your close community and nature.

Been to the gym three days in a row. You probably noticed.

A little video we all should take a moment to watch and think about. 

Instead of thinking about what divides us we should think about what we have in common…

Morpheus to English translations (for those reading Sandman)

Morpheus AKA Dream of The Endless has his own language. It’s a simple enough language once you learn the basics.  Here are a few translations of Morpheus to English…

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“Perhaps.” - Yes.  Definitely yes.  Yes, but I don’t want to actually say the word “Yes” to this for various reasons, usually out of pride, sometimes something else, but usually pride.

“You dare…” - The Morpheus equivalent of “I can’t even…” or various swear words.

“I did not need rescuing.” - Thank you for rescuing me.

“I was doing perfectly well on my own.”  - I was NOT doing perfectly well on my own.  I was in deep shit.

“I believe I was quite capable, given enough time, of rescuing myself.” - I have no idea how I was going to get out of that…

“Petty hedge-magick.” - (Actual meaning: Novice or amateur spellcasting.) Morpheus meaning:  Something I woefully under-estimate. 

“…help me… …please…” - I am weak, defenseless, and completely at your mercy and if you nurse me back to health we shall never speak of this again and no one else will ever hear those words uttered from me. I am going to lose consciousness now.  Bye. 

“After a fashion, I can.” - It’ll happen.  Might take me a few decades but it’ll happen. I can do it.  I will do it.  But I’ll be lazy about it.  Don’t rush me.

“I mislike (insert random thing here)” - I hate this thing!

“I feel cold.” or “It is cold.” - I am traumatized by what is currently happening.

“What could possibly go wrong?”  - Equitable to Sarah saying “It’s a piece of cake.” in Jim Henson’s Labyrinth.   He might as well say “Everything is about to go very, very, very, wrong.”  

“I am perfectly self-sufficient.”  - Oh, God, I am so lonely!  Please, hold me.

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Bonus:

Daniel:

“I walked.” - You REALLY want me to sit here and explain the mechanics of interdimensional travel to you right here and now?  No.  This is easier.  And technically true.

“Time to go for a walk.” - I have a mission. (or) I have to set right one of Morpheus’ many f–k ups.  Keep supper heated for me until I get back.  Also I’m being cryptic because of wibbly wobbly Timey Wimey… stuff. 

[footage of the inside of an ordinary Eastern-European home, taken with a handheld phone camera, the man filming is walking from the living room to the back door of the house]

man, narrating in russian: Every fucking year, this time of the year, the pond at my backyard gets infested. What do ponds get infested with? Frogs? Poisonous weeds? Geese? No. Not my pond.

[The man opens the back door, stepping out into a garden. Three or four nude, human-like figures dash from the borders of a pond back into the water.]

man: Rusalki! I don't know where they come from or how they get here, and I can't afford to hire an exterminator every year. I can't let my cat outside anymore. Last year a rusalka managed to drown a whole deer in my pond, the stench was unbearable.

[He walks as he speaks, approaching the pond. There are several eerily beautiful female beings peering at him from under the surface, their long hair floating in the murky water. Their eyes are gleaming in an unhuman way. The man holding the camera stops to film them.]

man, calm and deadpan: What the fuck are all of you staring at. Get jobs or something.

[One of the rusalki, smaller than the others and clearly not a fully matured adult, slowly reaches out of the water with her white, thin hand, grasping his ankle. He appears unconcerned.]

man: You can't drown me, you little idiot. You're too small. Shoo!

[A loud thud startles the rusalki, making them scatter. A second thud makes it clear these are the approaching footsteps of something massive. The man turns around and points the camera at what appears to be a house, walking past above the treeline with chicken-like legs]

man, now yelling: IF YOUR HOUSE SHITS ON MY YARD AGAIN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD-