The Wizard of LA 30 September, 2008

He was the greatest mage Los Angeles.
He knew the location of the first castle built there, and how to defeat the giant tarantulas of the Hollywood Hills.  He knew how to find the part of the Universal Lot that was always burning and how to placate the ancestors buried deep beneath the Mann’s Theatre.  He drew [...]

Resistance 29 September, 2008

He stood on the shores of life like a dark hearted god and stood against the winds of change.
But change is constant, and you cannot stare it down.

The Vizier 23 September, 2008

The Vizier was sick of the site of his guards.  Bloody King and his paranoid edicts, though the Vizier.  Two at the front, two behind, marching resolute and ever vigilant, clad head to toe in the finest armour, hands on the hilts of their swords, ready to draw them at the merest sign of trouble. [...]

The Prophet Mohammed 16 September, 2008

Try as I might, I can’t find any info on Mohammed’s religion before he founded Islam.
Can any of you 3 regular readers help me out?

The Last Magician 14 September, 2008

GIlly and Roderick found a corner in the dank bar and bought themselves whatever passed for ale. Barbarian warriors, theives and rogues went about their business around them.
“So you’re a wizard?” Asked Gilly, “Why don’t we just use magic?”
“No, I’m a magician.”  Replied Roderick, “Roderick the Magnificent.  I’m not a Wizard”
Gilly looked perplexed, “What’s the difference?  [...]

Sand 10 September, 2008

I hate sand.
No more than that today.  Just saying, is all.

Dragon Bezoar 9 September, 2008

“Umm…” Gilly the Fence felt the radiant heat increase as the dragon moved it’s head down to his level. Gilly didn’t sweat as much as feel the liquids in his body get out and run away.  Only equal parts stupidity and bravery kept his feet on the spot and meeting the dragon’s gaze.  Well, now it’s [...]

A Tourist in Amsterdam 8 September, 2008

I found Anne Frank’s house.
It wasn’t that hard to find. lots of signs and maps pointing me in the right direction…which I guess was the problem in the first place.

Whiskey Review: Talisker 10 years Single Malt. 7 September, 2008

A light single malt from the Isle of Skye that smells like Dettol and uncooked pizza dough that’s been left out in the sun for too long.  It tastes like lightly salted puke would if it could defecate.
Don’t bother.

Privatives 5 September, 2008

Privatives are concepts which are actually the absence of another thing.
E.g Darkness is the absence of light, sobriety is the absence of drunkedness, cold is the absence of heat.
It’s kinda like an opposite, but it’s fun to find a privative that’s treated like an opposite, then invent a real opposite.   Terry Pratchett does it sometimes, [...]