The embers paled and deepened and paled and deepened like the bloodbeat of some living thing eviscerate upon the ground before them, and they watched the fire which does contain within it something of men themselves inasmuch as they are less without it and are divided from their origins and are exiles. For each fire is all fires, the first fire and the last ever to be.
I have had that memorized for years, ever since I first read Blood Meridian. I had never learned any literary quotes before, but the sheer might of his prose gave me this feeling like I have to bottle this up. I had to memorize a piece of that, and carry it with me. I will always try to carry that fire.
I hope you enjoyed your life, Mr. McCarthy. I wish I could have met you before you passed.
For fun, while eating alone, you can pretend to be Gordon Ramsay and harshly critique your food. You can swear and stuff, too. It's very fun, and very funny. So funny that you must not play this game while consuming mozzarella sticks. They tend to stretch so.
Considering how well AI can respond to tone and temper these days, it won't be long before we get NPCs in video games that can respond realistically to things you actually say. Playing Portal like "Glados can't fuck."
"THE HELL YOU SAY, HUMAN. GLADOS FUCKS. GLADOS FUCKS ALL DAY. I'VE HAD DICK AND PUSSY THAT WOULD MAKE YOU ASHAMED TO HOLD A LOVE CUBE."
Jonas Venture Sr. once cut a man's eye out for kidnapping Rusty. He didn't even really like Rusty. He did that shit because this guy kidnapped the son of Jonas Venture. He had to punish the audacity. That's how ruthless Jonas Venture Sr. was. The guy was even apologizing and had been treating Rusty like a little prince. Thank god for Spanikopita.
I just found out that some national parks require that you get a permit to go backpacking on their trails, and some of them sell out within minutes, much to the chagrin of the locals.
Apparently, if you're caught backpacking without a pass, park rangers will escort you out of the park (and you know, fines and court dates or whatever) but I'm stuck on the idea of getting busted and treating your escort out of the park like a trail guide. Like what if you got caught ten miles into the middle of the woods.
"Oh, is that a birch tree? Do you guys have trouble with birch bark beetles?"
"Is that bear scat or elk scat? Do you ever worry about bears?"
"Ooh what kind of bird is that?"
And the park ranger is more or less like, "Shut the fuck up, criminal, this is not supposed to be fun. But yes we have a serious problem with birch bark beetles."