Mostly I've been working on diluvium over the past few days. Am feeling pretty good about a series of exchanges between Noah and his wife meant to question their identities. This is a conversation after they've gone through their rough patch and are reinventing themselves as both people and symbols. Among the questions they have to ask - would you love me were I someone else? A different color? A different sex? The answer here will be yes. I'm just trying to find words that are simultaneously poetic, clear, and convincing.
So the poetry is here. Still getting on the ark two by two (if only it were seven by seven), but here.
In the meantime, my guilty pleasure has arrived. Photos below linked from my profile at BoardGameGeek.
Cthugrosh consumes a fleeing S-Shinobi
Despite the combined efforts of three Carnidons, Gorghadra need only stomp once to lay them flat
Distracted by two Squix, Sky Sentinel doesn't notice Zor-Maxim sneaking up from behind
We do not welcome our Martian overlords
So the game is here.
Last but not least, Kate and I are starting to catch up on Fables. The war against the Empire has begun, though we haven't yet reached an issue centering on the war itself. In related news: Willingham's Cinderella kicks ass.
If I totally lost you at any or all points during this post, my apologies. It's all straight in my head. Really.
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