In an infinite universe, all potential slash pairings are cannon.

#Homestuck

I've been a huge fan since I discovered his work in 1988. What has impressed me so much, recently, is the way little bits from his earlier work (phrases, ideas, images) keep popping up. As if the first time I saw them he was just planting them, and now they're mature. And as much as his work changes every decade or so, it still seems like a sharper and sharper iteration of his first stuff.

I'm imagining a writer who keeps going back in time, killing himself, and releasing better and better versions of his first novel.

Anyone is welcome to use that idea, if they want to make fiction based on it. No one is allowed to actually do it, please.

It's soup season.

homestuck has turned into a goddamn Bataan Death March of hilarity.

In my defense, the Customs&Immigration droid did startle me.

Anything to declare?

Yeah, don't go to Antigua.

Beware the autumn people. For some, autumn comes early, stays late through life where October follows September & November touches October & then instead of December & Christ's birth, there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoicing, but September comes again & old October & so on down the years, with no winter, spring, or revivifying summer. For these beings fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond.

Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? the grave. Does blood stir in their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss betweeen the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gust they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, & surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles - breaks. Such are the autumn people. Beware of them.

-Bradbury

...o grant thy faithful hedgehog's boon...

Why didn't I know about this?

Of course now... Oh, god, why do I know about this?

And I'm having a queazy heartattack. 

...until I read Moby Dick.