Arse and other verbs

I have 7206 words of part two of Aftermath so far, 377 words that need to go on the end somewhere and a gap for pr0n. There’s also 102 worlds of a lemon scene that needs to go somewhere, which I suspect should go between part two and the end. And this is all with having decided to edit out a good portion of it otherwise I’d be here till next summer, which may happen anyway.
I’ve forgotten half of what I was going to write anyway.
Maybe I should just summarise it in haiku? That’d probably make more sense than the numbering system that from my saved files, I just seem to have rearranged.

I am going to finish this though, somehow. It needs to be finished even if I have to do a hack’n’paste job and splice bits together at the end. I could probably cut the pr0n really or pug it in at a later date anyway, it’s not like that’s going to be absolutely integral to the plot anyway, except it might because of something I need to build up to at the end of part two. Damn it, why do I have to write sex scenes that actually are relevant to things? Well fine. Huff.


And apropos nothing, last night I dreamt about zombies, which may or may not have had anything to do with an Engrish puzzle in Neverwinter Nights. I’ve also discovered that there’s a dead cucumber in the fridge that I was going to turn into sushi and I don’t just want rice rolls today so on that note it may be time for insta-miso and another cup of Darjeeling. After which, I may either curl up under a Blanket of Hiding +1 or go hunt some werewolf, if I don’t get stuck in a wall again.


13:27
Three attempts at writing and a bacon & egg sandwich later, I think what I really need to do is go poke trolls with my troll poking stick. Tuesday is also looking at me funny. I don’t think he believed that I was really going to attempt to do anything other than play Neverwinter Nights in the first place.

Also, strange teapot exhibition. I rather like this one.


14:27
The troll caves are loaded with shiny, the trolls have started taking dives and my troll poking stick seems to be dripping sparkles. I can also punch undead to death. Where's the challenge in that?

Just a thought

This sequence, strangely funny and sadistic, seems to suggest that if there’s one thing better than taking revenge, it’s watching it dished out – an objectionable premise which can only give queasy pause as you sit watching it.

From the Time Out review of Lady Vengeance.


I have to say that I rather agree with that sentiment seeing as while hands-on, visceral vengeance would presumably be fun and cathartic, it might actually be an awful lot more satisfying to see it melted out by hands other than your own. It might be less messy to. And as long as you can guarantee that it will be carried out, presumably for your viewing pleasure, then there’d be none of this trouble with worrying that the only way to get the job done would be by doing it yourself.

I suppose you might argue that it’s a rather more Eastern, indirect way of getting your revenge and it would definitely depend on exactly what you meant by watching your vengeance being carried out. But surely there’d be something eminently satisfying about being able to sit in your office and having the severed hands of your foe delivered to you in an ice-packed box? You’d then be able to chuckle to yourself over the matter and go on your way to dinner, rather than having to go home directly and attempt to soak the blood out of your shirt and trousers, leaving your charming dinner companion to wait for you while you fetch a change of clothes.
Hands-on revenge perhaps then seems a little gratuitous, more for effect than that actual act itself. Perhaps it’s a case of indulging in theatrics above and beyond necessity that worries me a little, the idea that you need to be splattering blood about to really feel that the situation has been resolved to your satisfaction. It just seems so unnecessary.
Brash action may well have its place but isn’t it more fun if you can be entirely subtle?

Film in brief - Mission: Impossible 3

Action film, followed by Mexican food and a margarita for the win.

( Things go splode, Tom Cruise leaps into a wall; what more do you need? )

There was also a trailer for the next Pirates of the Caribbean film beforehand which for visual reasons I will be referring to as Captain Cthulhu for the foreseeable future.