I recently read an article in the Fortean times for Dec. 017. Unfortunately I can’t link to the magazine itself because the publisher won’t take the time to update his damn certificate.
In any case I’m here writing about Shooting Bigfoot by Stu Neville. Mr. Neville, stop fussing.
We discovered the sasquatch back in 1967, there’s just too much with the footage for any sensible human being to say it’s a fraud, that it’s a man in a costume. The figure is just too solid, the build is just to robust. And she—for she appears to be a female—just walks wrong. And to put matters as simply as I know how, they’re not impossible. To put this as simply as I can, we can’t be the only bipedal great ape in the world. In addition, any other bipedal great apes out there tromping around don’t have to look entirely like us.
We evolved to look like the sasquatch and the yeti because our species traipses about much like the sasquatch and yeti, and there’s nothing that says they can’t. Fuck, there’s nothing that says we can’t. And keep in mind the sasquatch and as far as I know yeti don’t exactly look like us.
We’re not that fucking special, there can be other animals that look like us to some extent, and walk like us to some extent. That’s what Darwin told us, and Darwin was telling us the damn truth. It’s about time we grew up
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Anybody who says that autism is a joy is an ass. It maybe high functioning autism, but it’s still a pain.
Thanks to my autism I space things. I forget. I go too far and overlook too many things. At this point in time I’ve spaced making sure I have the money to pay for my site hosting, which come in a $9.99 a month. $9.99 I don’t have at this moment. And losing the site at this moment means having to rebuild stuff and losing material.
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BTW, I was going to wax clever and creative but a bad head cold—which could progress into a case of bronchitis, and the stress of getting a sleep study done—I passed the audition, getting help with getting my apartment cleaned up—gevalt does it need it, and. waiting for the cpap once my medico has seen the report and cleared me for it isn’t helping at all.
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Recently the apartments where I live, Studio15, had problems with the elevators. Getting them repaired took about a week. The repairs were necessary in so far as working elevators are important to many of the residents. Some older, some disabled. Some have things to be done and just can’t be stuck on an upper floor. Though it may just be that the repairs that were said to be done were just cobbled together fixes that really won’t last all that long.
This is not the only such example, for it seems to me that all too often we have just given up. That we have become so discouraged we dare not give a damn lest we burn out and become little motes of personality adrift in a meaningless existence. We have become stray disappointment staggering about our lives ready only to lie down and expire with our muscles stiffening in rigor mortis. We exhibit such signs of greed and apathy I for one can only conclude that we are frauds who don’t care, who can’t care, and are only capable of slouching around like slugs suffering from advanced sleeping sickness.
It is a malaise that removes from us any initiative and is the mark of a pernicious advice to be petty and disregard ourselves and the world around us. We have sold our gumption for the pot of apathy.
An apathy marked by the need to be exhausted. To be ever worn to a nub as If we have used up all our energy and have let ourselves become as if we were barely capable of a shallow breathing that can barely lift a wisp of dust into the air.
People, you haven’t the energy eat better. Breathe better. Eating right doesn’t not mean being exhausted. Breathing right does not mean waking up every five or ten minutes gasping for air. Or for that matter waking up in the morning with out the energy you need to get out of the bed. You snore you have a problem and you will get it dealt with.
I’m 63 soon to be 64, I’m too damn young to toddle off to some land of discouragement where life is for the ancient who have no life head of them. I have a life, dammit, and I’m going to damn well live. There’s too much to do for crying out loud.
You don’t want to make an effort? Well suffer, and get out of our way. Stop denying us and stop discouraging us. Stop getting in our way and let us make an effort, nobody died and made you our keepers much less any sort of arbiter of our deeds. If you must curl up in you cellar and wait for the rot to set in, I refuse to let you tell me I can’t try.
Repair your damned equipment and stop telling us we can have no meaning and no purpose.
In a final note let me point out that soon I should be getting a cpap for my apnea. That means more energy and that means a difference in my life. It means sleeping better, eating better, being able to get out and do things. I’ve got a book to write, dammit, and you’re not about to stop me.
Don’t like it? You can lump it. Take it down the road and dump it. And don’t even think that you can speak for me.
Lost my keys that is. To get them replaced is going to cost me about $20, and that because of the hassle management here has to put themselves through. And I have appointments I need to keep. With my shrink for one, and with my regular doctor in a follow up to the sleep study. Turns out I have moderate apnea, and that means a cpap.
And this means an expense I wasn’t expecting, so I’m appealing to you
In the Jan/Feb issue of Asimov’s author Bob Silverberg’s columns is on part two of Gog and Magog. Now while the two were fictional, they were based on real life events in which people came swooping down out of some distant land to loot and pillage and act all unsocial. As a matter of fact to the American Indian we were Gog and Magog, and we really haven’t reformed all that much.
You get right down to it Gog and Magog go back to before civilization. For instance, the ancient Sumerians came down from the North into what we now call Mesopotamia where they essentially conquered the Ubaid’s then working out the rudiments of agriculture and civilization. Even earlier the Qm as I like to call them—it’s a long story—migrated to the Nile valley from the ancient Near East, and after settling in the highlands flanking the valley proceeded to develop agriculture and with the boost in population swarmed down on the aboriginals and took over.
There are others. The Mycenae, later followed by the Hellenes. The Etruscans and Latins were originally invaders from distant lands. Heck, the Nahuac—our Aztecs—got their start as the Gogs and Magogs to the Mexica who had come before them. As you can see the trope has been around for awhile.
We like telling stories about what happened in the past, stories that quite often get “improved”. Our fantasies are especially prone to incorporating meme’s that have gone on for a long time. Robert E. Howard had his Picts, Professor Tolkein Orcs and before them Humans. There are likely others but right now I’m drawing a blank.
Still and all we’ve had a fascination with distant lands with savage peoples out to swarm down upon us upsetting our lives looting our cultures and ways of anything that catches their eye. Nowadays we call them, “tourists”.
Does this happen in our RPGs?
You have to ask?
Gog and Magog have been a huge part of RPGs from the beginning. Start with the amorphous orcish hordes and continue on to the swarms that come pouring out of some netherworld. The modrons of Planescape, the Scro of Spelljammer, all are Gog and Magog out to ravish civilized lands and worlds. The Yellow Peril has long been a source of frightful entertainment.
And going really far back you have the farmers from the Middle East who invaded Europe some ten thousand years ago displacing the natives and upsetting lives. Our stories of elves and the fair folk may go back to those day, though they would later pick up details from other encounters.
So read up on Gog and Magog. And on the QM—Egyptians to you, the Sumerians, the Cimmerians, the Hellenes, the Sea Peoples, and even the Angles and Saxons of Britain. You’ll get ideas and even a few plots to pester your players with.
And don’t forget the goblins in their bermuda shorts, print shirts, and cheap sandals; who armed with cameras and lenses and rolls of film come swarming down out of their mountain fastnesses out to get as much tourist crap and low grade snapshots as they can. And especially dread the elven anthropologists, expounding on their half baked theories on how human society is supposed to work. Theories that have more to do with their politics and ideology than with some quasi science.