Stonehenge was a fast food restaurant for Druids

They would roll up for a mutton burger with a side of porridge fries. Stonehenge management considering franchising but then they met the Romans.

Sebastien, the Roman, wrote of their first encounter, “The leader of the Druids, a Greek probably, who I think was a priest or something, said to us, ‘These are the chefs of the Druids. You must help us make them into restaurateurs or whatever the case may be, and we will shape them to take over Stonehenge’s management and be the ones who control the stones, which is very difficult to do, because Stonehenge has over 12,000 stones.'”

Sebastien wrote, “And so that’s what we tried to do. But we couldn’t keep the stones in the chefs’ care, we couldn’t, because we Romans were too greedy. Rome would have gone bankrupt without the stones, and the Druids would have gone bankrupt, too.”

Sebastien wrote, “So we Romans tried to make sure everyone could have a piece of that Stonehenge pie even though the Druids were always the ones who were the real masters of Stonehenge.”

Sebastien explained, “Then, when we Romans found out the Druids were trying to kick us out of Stonehenge, we turned around and basically said, ‘We never liked praying and sacrificing and eating there anyway.'”

But then, as soon as the Romans found out Stonehenge was being sold to the Norse by the Druid owners, the Romans brought the hammer down.

They put a bar in the basement called Sebastien’s and put all kinds of non-Druidic people in charge of Stonehenge’s finances.

Sebastien wrote, “Finally the Druids approached us Romans and asked us to have the people who really know how to run things come run Stonehenge and come up for a drink at Sebastien’s, where all the Druids liked drinking.”

Sebastien wrote, “And that was the end of the real Stonehenge.”

Sebastien said, “There was a time, when Stonehenge was re-opened, in 1701 in France, when the French were at war with Britain and a lot of the stone was taken out of England by the French.”

But, by 1760, the French had won that war, and all the stones were returned to Stonehenge, which was then re-closed in 1791.”

Sebastien wrote, “The idea was that we Romans in England had this big problem with those Romans in Rome but we rarely complained even though we were not allowed to keep any stones that we personally prayed over or anything sweet like that.”

Sebastien wrote, “Eventually, the Romans down south closed Stonehenge the restaurant and then they moved Sebastien’s (and the rest of us) to Northampton where they’d bring up lots of people all the year round to drink and eat mutton burgers and porridge fries fresh from the bar’s kitchen. We used the old recipies. The people loved it.”

Stonehenge was a fast food restaurant for Druids

Forging Steel from Iron

It was midsummer when you thought to jump

To your door, I’d come, I knew I was the last in line

The air grown thick with desires

I saw people in your yard

Away from the dark and into the light they ran

I was almost like them but

I knew in my heart they were all sicker than I was

They didn’t say any words, just lived under the midsummer sun

They died from this disease they call ”   ”

The plants around them grown tall from bonemeal and symphonies

Finally, I walked into the house and tried to find you

I saw people in your living room, people bleeding from their eyes

The kitchen filled with dead bodies, people in the bathrooms, I don’t know if they were dying too

Every house with people lying in the yards

Walking through your house, the people lived in constant pain

I thought when they died they would be gone for ever

I saw these people I knew were dying

Their bodies were empty, but they moved on to the next house they died to live in

I lived in a house with people like me

I didn’t call myself mad, I didn’t talk to my friends

I lived in the dirt, I dug in the ground with my bare hands, I cleared the gutters, I kept the garage doors closed

I saw people in the streets, in their cars, “homeless” they called them

I came and tried my best to help them; they didn’t want my money

I tried to help people living in pain

I saw people in the yards, they died in pain

I saw people in the streets, they died in pain

I saw people in the houses, they died in pain

I found some people who worked for the city

They told me how to fix the problems of the people in pain

They were genius solutions and now I was a genius too

A lot of people were working for the city, I started working for the cities

It was like a big prison or something

The people, the yards, the sun, you thinking to jump

Forging Steel from Iron

Gaming’s #MeToo Moment and the Tyranny of Male Fragility

The response to the death of Alec Holowka throws this double standard into razor-sharp relief. The harassment of Quinn and others has nothing to do with concern for Holowka and his family and everything to do with making examples of women and queer people who dare to speak out. The message is clear: Men’s mental health matters more than women’s. Men’s suffering and self-loathing is treated as a public concern, because men are permitted to be real people whose inner lives and dreams matter. Who cares, then, how many women they destroy along the way?

Gaming’s #MeToo Moment and the Tyranny of Male Fragility

To Dispel

Many white men talk to me like we’re in a secret club
Many white men talk to me as though I have somehow been wronged
Many white men talk to me like I’m seeing what they see
Many white men talk to me like this is how it’s supposed to be
Many white men talk to me like everyone was born their way
Many white men talk to me about what whiteness means
Many white men talk to me like they don’t know white’s origins
Many white men talk to me like they can’t hear another tale
Many white men talk to me like water isn’t wet
Too many white men talk to me like they ain’t afraid of death

To Dispel

Just Be Patient and Let the Game Come to You

Never underestimate
the appeal of nothing.

A white sheep
jumps over a steel fence
        over and
   over again.

You count the sheep
when it jumps.

You recall this
as a trick
to help you sleep;
to help you sleep
in a world
that abhors sleep.

Still that sheep
keeps jumping
     over and

And you keep counting
until you hit
a reset button,
the reset button
that resets
the reset button.

That resets the sheep
that keeps jumping
like a level of a game
you can’t beat.

That jumping sheep
begs another reset.
And you are forced start over
         and go back
and wait again.

The reset button
abhors the reset button.

Now your sheep is the reset button.

The reset button abhors the reset sheep.

Your sheep jumps across but doesn’t jump back.

So you must restart the game one last time.

(Now you start getting the sense of the game’s story, and the game’s structure – it’s a game about a person who runs out of life, but still wants to live for a while.)

What this poem doesn’t do is tell you the story of why the sheep are jumping the fence. It is, however, a great way to demonstrate the jumping sheep game to potential players without confusing them too much – you make it plain and simple: the sheep jump over the fence. You count the sheep. You try to sleep.

Use this to establish a story, use this to explain gameplay, but definitely use this to tell a story about the game of being able to fall asleep. This helps make the game easier to learn.

You can also use this to show how the game is structured.

You can use this to detail what the structure tells you about the game you are playing, what the structure tells new players about the game the game they will play…about the story of a jumping sheep that gets tired and wanders off to find a place to settle down for the night…

Just Be Patient and Let the Game Come to You

Struggling Against One Kind or Another

We forgot what our god is for.
But I can tell you who remembers because I remember.
This is a most important lesson I’m about to teach you:


When life happens to you. What happens to you and how you handle it. When you fail. When things fail that you don’t want. There’s a whole world of things. And I mean you. And you don’t want. That’s not a pleasant. And I don’t think anybody has been doing it right. When you’re too quick to jump to words and to give up on what god had planned before the words, when there was a lot more to your problems than words.

We’re talking about our biggest, darkest demons here. Our fears. Our fears and their fears are so big right now yet they’re not at all. Our worst fears and their fears are the things that…look, we’re afraid of our. We’re afraid to take in. We’re afraid to put a face to the fear and to admit that there is fear lurking underneath the blankets. We’re afraid to let it out. And when we don’t. When we’re afraid to do. When we don’t face our heart. When we’re afraid to say. When we’re afraid of what. When we’re afraid to truth. When we don’t at all.

And everything has been caught. Fallen into it.

So I’ve been fighting. Fighting for you, for future, for faith. You’ve had your challenges from, right? It’s been there. You’ve had your demons and dark things inside. And I’ve had my own demons and dark things inside. And you’re hearing how to keep that inside as much as you’re hearing how not to do it.

We could be living in the kingdom of the gods, if we all prayed together forever. But we don’t. We can’t. In fact, we’re so scared of the wrong things and we’re in the kingdom of the demons. The demons have got us by the throat and they’ve got you by the throat. They’ve got you right. We’re in a kingdom. We’re in a kingdom of dark, dark joy.

Struggling Against One Kind or Another