Oh it seemed sensible. Oh yes. Certainly. But she knew what seeming was worth in the end, didn’t she? - Patrick Rothfuss

On his first hand he wore rings of stone,
Iron, Amber, Wood and Bone.
There were rings unseen on his second hand,
One was blood in a flowing band,
One was air all whisper thin,
And the ring of ice had a flaw within.
Full faintly shone the ring of flame,
And the final ring was without name.

I really don't go in for talking about current events on the blog. The main reason for this is the fact that I am profoundly out of touch with the outside world. I don't have cable and I don't watch the news. On the rare occasion I miss the news and feel the need to absorb some fearmongering bullshit, I just drop a tab of acid and read a Lovecraft story. There's less pretense that way.

Trouble," he chuckled. "What does a boy like you know about trouble? I was in trouble afore you were born. I been in trouble you don't even got words for."