Calypso

I bought a ceremonial drinking horn. No, I don't know why.

I've fallen into a Civilization hole. Help.

I nearly pooped myself at CNBC's set while taking notes on a live interview. The interview was about buying gold bullion and the ongoing Sino-US trade war. When I got back to the office, I told a joke to my boss about my burning need to "lay out some brown bullion". It was not well received. Why am I the way that I am...?

i am irritated with my imaginary father in law

Fought off numerous urges to yeet a family friend's dog out of the window. It growls at you to get your attention. Like a little neurotic monster.

welcome to the V I B E M A S H E E N

Not really that much all like American Gods. It has that instantly identifiable Gaiman storytelling touch, but the subject matter is so different and told in a rather playful tone - stark contrast from American Gods & Anansi Boys, really. Colourful characters and a clear sense of mythological 'rules' that govern the world, if that makes any sense to you. I haven't read any Lovecraft, unfortunately. What would you recommend as a starter? I've seen his influence in so many other works, and as a progenitor of amazing horror I respect the hell out of him, but it's never been something that immediately attracted me. Finished The Shadow of the Sun. Started reading Victorian Duke: the Life of Hugh Lupus Grosvenor by Gervas Huxley, who I'm actually a direct descendant of on my mother's side, so it is a bit of a vanity project lol. Also trudging through some pertinent sections of Herman Kahn's On Thermonuclear War for a novella I'm working on. Real tome, to be honest, but he approaches mass casualty statistics like an economist. Depressing stuff.

bumping because I don't want to start a new topic. Read Neil Gaiman's new Norse Mythology, which was so addictive I had to read it in one sitting. Also just finished Stoner by John Williams, which is equally depressing, profound, candid, and did I mention depressing? Would recommend if you like to intermittent fits of crying. About 1/3 of the way through The Shadow of the Sun by Ryszard Kapuscinki. Somehow feels a tad dated in the storm of today's racial politics, but insightful and forthright about the issues and experiences he personally went through. Some fantastic insight about Ghana's independence, pan-africanism and the ensuing effects on the concept of 'Africa', which is, of course, a massive misnomer and generalization that still seems to be relevant today. Also gave me a good idea for a short story. C'mon, lit nerds. Feed me books.

Sounds like the darkly precocious child of Candy Claws and MBV.