preservation of Coyote

(originally published on July 10, 2011.)

"Never be afraid to say, 'well, crap, that didn’t work'. It's only when you’re willing to destroy your original idea entirely that you'll progress to a better one. As the writer’s line goes, 'murder your darlings'.

"Play. Play play play. Fidget and twitch and be vaguely maniacal when you're trying something new. Play with prims, learn what they can do, stretch them to their limits and then compress them intensely.

"And, really--be thrilled when you do something you've never been able to do before. (You should have heard my squeal of joy the first time I ever linked two prims together.) No achievement is too small to be celebrated."
~Coyote Momiji

preservation of the glitch (one)

(originally published on July 7, 2011.)



(originally seen on) simsgonewrong:

found this outside my sim's house. stood there for about an hour or two.

(originally seen on) diemetzgermeister:

I’m crying and freaking out

(originally seen on) theonewithouteyebrows:

NOTHING WEIRD EVER HAPPENS IN MY SIMS GAME D:

^&^

Right, I have a new Tumblr to follow.

preservation of punctuation

(originally published July 7, 2011.)



Rawr.

preservation of Arachnos

(originally published on July 5, 2011.)



Pick a sin, any sin!

preservation of cannibalism

(occasionally published on July 1, 2011.)



Originally seen on Oglaf.

preservation of Dead Space

(originally published on June 27, 2011.)



The definition of irony in Dead Space: reading the sign that says "Safety Begins with Teamwork!" when the two people you arrived with are sending you out into the arms of certain destruction so they can stay safe in some other part of the base, you're killing things out of horror movies, and you’re not even sure why you're there in the first place. Other than to save your maybe girlfriend, who might not even be alive at this point.

Oh, yeah. Some teamwork.

preservation of horror tropes

(originally published June 25, 2011.)



"Sure, just let me put down this candle and pull on my high heels. Be there in a minute!"

preservation of abandonment

(originally published June 20, 2011.)



There's a ton of pics out there, all of them deeply tragic, some of them deeply unsettling. Images of Six Flags after Hurricane Katrina.

preservation of Cary

(originally published on June 19, 2011.)



Father's Day always dawns bittersweet. My father died in 1984, of complications brought on by acquiring AIDS. He came down with leukemia in 1982, went to a hospital in San Francisco for a blood transfusion--the common treatment at that time--and, since no one was screening blood yet, developed what was then called GRID as a result.

The only thing I truly resent about his last days is that the hospital firmly denied what was going on. I know their legal staff was panicked, but at the time, this was what we were studying in school. He had Karposi's sarcoma when I went to see him, a staggeringly obvious ailment. But the hospital denied the visual evidence. I didn't want to bring a lawsuit; I wanted him to be accurately diagnosed.

Cary Grant, of course, wasn't my father. But they could have been brothers, easily--the same cleft chin, the same rueful grin, the same width of shoulders, the same half-hooded eyes. To this day, I watch Cary Grant films and my heart clenches, just a bit.

Happy Father's Day.