November 16th, 2004

Vote Six

Sociopolitical Rambling, With a Bit of Literariness

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None of this is new, of course; the human race keeps going through this same stupid cycle again and again.

The Second Coming, by W. B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

-The Gneech
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Well, thanks to a bout of insomnia at 3:00 a.m. on my part, and speedy work on katayamma's part, I will have strips up tomorrow and Friday. However, since I'm packing tomorrow night and flying to Midwest Furfest Thursday after work, it looks like I'll be doing fan art or some similar form of filler on Monday. Maybe I can come up with another "Character Q&A" image.

It's weird; tomorrow's strip is a little sillier than usual, and Friday's is a little more serious than usual. I wonder which, if either, will get more reaction in the forums? And for that matter, I wonder what that reaction will be. But in the case of Friday's strip, I won't be near a web browser to find out!

Ah well. :) It's good to get away now and again.

G'nite, world, and have a wonderful tomorrow!

-The Gneech
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