Morning Coffee

"All the while they were talking the half-remembered rhyme kept running through Winston's head: Oranges and lemons say the bells of St. Clement's, You owe me three farthings, say the bells of St. Martin's! It was curious, but when you said it to yourself you had the illusion of actually hearing bells, the bells of a lost London that still existed somewhere or other, disguised and forgotten. From one ghost steeple after another he could hear them pealing forth. Yet so far as he could remember he had never in real life heard church bells ringing."
-George Orwell, 1984

New Year offerings

Cold Morning Coffee

My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

Morning Coffee

Still making sense of Roberto Bolanos The Savage Detectives, which after several attempts I finished reading last Thursday.

Lecture Series 2010, The Art of Team Fortress 2

Many thanks to Soul Grafitti/Virtual Reality, whoever you are, I dont think we could have ever explained ourselves this well.

You've come a long way, baby.

We received a pacakage today at Valve from some nice folks in New Zealand containing one life sized TF2 Sentry Gun.

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