I made a game, using the Texture engine by Jim Munroe. It is somewhat troubling.
Posts By: NatalieZed
I am not very good at math.
However, I have also never done one of these before. + I live in beautiful Toronto again, and it is wonderful. + I am so completely bonkers in love that I often don’t know what to do with it all. So I am transforming into a new shape capable of holding it. This is a… Read more »
This is what I look at whenever I am sad.
Absence sharpens love, (tele)presence strengthens it.
Since I moved away, I’ve gotten quite good at being a robot.
The Warm, Bright Centre Everyone Clings To
I’m oddly attached to insults people throw at me. Not the ordinary garbage, like the steady stream of boring hate I get in my twitter mentions or someone yelling from a moving car, but specific insults. Carefully crafted ones, selected with care. The specificity of them.
Chronology Projection Conjecture
A few days ago, I made the terrible, terrible discovery that my oldest blog (which I will not be linking to, you vultures), which I started when I was 18 or 19, is still online. It’s worse than you can possibly imagine. I am irritating as all hell and completely raw and feverish all the… Read more »
So I’ve fallen into this thing. The thing in question, is that I look at this space and I panic, because so much has happened that I can’t figure out where to possibly begin, to contain and summarize and explain what the last three months of my life have looked like. Every time I try… Read more »
On Wickedness and a Certain Lack of Rest
In The Winner Stands Alone, Paulo Coelho writes “life has many ways of testing a person’s will, either by having nothing happen at all or by having everything happen all at once.” I’ve never had any trouble at all with the former; the latter, however, seems to be less an occasional test and more the natural… Read more »
My Week In Writing: New Year Edition
Wherein I review some records, get back into the groove of writing my ass off, and have my writing compared to endorsing fascism very early in the year.
It’s Hard Out There For A Hench
I had an idea for a novel simmering in the back of my mind for a while. An image or a plot point would occasionally emerge from the fog, and for a few months I would occasionally pick away at it. Then, one weekend this past fall, something shifted into place in my head and… Read more »