Alas and alack at long last I've finished The Wheel of Time,
a time I thought might never come. In fact that time came some weeks
ago now and like a lot of long-anticipated things it was a touch
anticlimactic. But I mean, hell, even the author didn't live to see the end
so I guess there's something to be said for seeing it through. As much
as books and movies and TV shows have no ending that might quite satisfy
us, they still have definable endings and accessible timelines. It's
something that Youtube and Facebook and all are trying to give us for
our lives, even if that's not what they're really trying to give us, but
the question then is what are they giving us? We've got an easy means
by which to create and post video, create and post content and updates
on our lives, but to what end? The end? An end? The Wheel of Time turns, assholes come and go, and so on.
And
farting dehydrates dehydration, or maybe not, but it is what one
Internet searcher wanted to know, and coming in just shy of the top 20
was yours truly, thanks to one of my parody efforts, penned and placed
on my largely defunct parody blog. That was quite the near run-on. The internet: weird catalog of once
ephemeral moments. Sure, these things are still ephemeral, but they're
now accessible, which removes some of the magic. No cameras allowed has a
nice ring to it.
Coming back to The Wheel of Time, for as much fun as I've made of it and myself for reading it over the years, it was a good ride.
From embarrassing cover art —
seriously they try damn hard to make Romance and Fantasy have the most
embarrassing covers — to excessive repetition of character thought
patterns and descriptions it had a nice familiarity to it. So anyway, RJ and WoT, so long, and thanks for the memories.
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