Anansi Boys

I'm still reading it, but I thought a few of you might be interested to know that at one point Neil Gaiman described one character as "far from gruntled."

"Daily" Drabble

What's the proper way to greet a celebrity who you don't care about one way or the other? Perhaps the only people it generally matters to are the staff at fancy hotels and restaurants, who are paid to treat everyone like celebrities.

There is also. Theodore Stanton, of 38 Takin Lane, The Woods, Edinburgh. However, as the human mind is amazing at making the amazing boring, he has lately taken to nodding and an indecipherable grunt when he meets a celebrity. The only celebrity he actually liked was Seamus McMaster, the local Channel 4 anchorman who died back in 1986.

I'd guess that 30% of what I know I learned from Magic.

Just go read this old article from the Duelist. Mind Over Magic It's got a lot of ideas in it that are similar to ones I've been poking at. A good chunk of everything is decided by the "inner game" like if you bother to even try in the first place. Which I must admit I'm not the best at, but it's another of those life lessons I've picked up from that silly game.

And I think I have that issue of the Duelist around somewhere still.

Tricksters and hats

There seems to be something about tricksters and hats. Fedoras in Anasi boys, Robin Hood and his cap, jesters and their cool hats with bells, and Fors and his big giant hat. I think part of it comes down to attitude. In this day and age, very few people wear hats. At most you'll see people in baseball caps, or perhaps those big straw hats for people working in the sun. The hat itself has gone by the wayside. Hats require attitude. Hats draw attention. Hats demand something from you.

And they're also really easy to take off and ditch and almost completely change your appearance. Especially the big goofy attention-grabbing ones. They won't remember you, just "That guy with the goofy hat." There are times that comes in handy.

Daily Drabble

"Hang on, I think I know this story. Blood-soaked revenge, right?

"Let me guess, you joined the army, then came home to find your family farm burned down and figured your little brother was dead. So now you're going to kill your way to the local lord, right?

"Except your brother didn't die, he became a warrior since he thought you were dead. Since you're brothers, you have the same taste in face covering suits of armor, which wouldn't find out until it was tragically ironic, bleeding to death on each other's swords, right?

"Right? What? Quit looking disappointed."

(I will return to Death in High Places at some point, but I haven't had any inspiration there and have had random things walking in my head, so here you get them.)