Awake

This show looks mindblowing:


I've had dreams a little like this, where I felt I knew something wasn't right, but could not communicate this concept to those who needed to know.

Of course, if it's really good, it'll be cancelled after 4 episodes.

Nylecargssim!

I've not updated in some time, and refuse to acknowledge this fact.

Instead, how are things with you?

Oh, all right.

So this one time, Greg and Periwinkle St. Flammisham were kite-boarding off the coast of St. Tropez when a huge gust of of wind snatched them both up and carried them far away.

They slept on fluffy clouds, sipped the morning dew, and supped on sweat meats brought to them by the birds. The world was far below, and at night shined like a thousand lightning bugs in a summer's wood.

Zephyr strummed his aeolian harp, and they drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, they awoke to find themselves upon a mountaintop. Warm furs were laid out for their clothes, and a breakfast of fried cakes and wine was set before them.

They feasted in wonder at their surroundings, and spoke excitedly to each other.

"Holy balls!" Greg said. "What happened? Where are we?"

"I don't know." Periwinkle replied. "But you are eating bugs."

Greg glanced around. The world slowly fell apart.

When things settled down, Greg was sitting on a rock on the coast of St. Tropez. His mouth was full of bugs and he was covered in blood and bruises.

"That was a hell of a dream." He choked, before passing out once again.