KEVIN VICKERS.

We engaged the suspect. He is now deceased.

— Sgt. at Arms Kevin Vickers to Prime Minister Stephen Harper, moments after stopping the gunman at Parliament Hill, while reloading his pistol.

THE PRIVATE WORKS.

At the age of 73, and having survived two life-threatening illnesses, Goya was likely to have been concerned with his own mortality, and was increasingly embittered by the civil strife occurring in Spain. Although he initially decorated the rooms of the house with more inspiring images, in time he overpainted them all with the intense haunting pictures known today as the Black Paintings. Uncommissioned and never meant for public display, these pictures reflect his darkening mood with some intense scenes of malevolence and conflict.

Saturn Devouring His Son, a disturbing portrait of the titan Saturn consuming one of his children, was one of six works with which Goya decorated the dining room. According to Roman myth (inspired by the original Greek myth), it had been foretold that one of the sons of Saturn would overthrow him, just as he had overthrown his father, Caelus. To prevent this, Saturn ate his children moments after each was born. His wife Ops eventually hid his sixth son, Jupiter, on the island of Crete, deceiving Saturn by offering a stone wrapped in swaddling in his place. Jupiter eventually supplanted his father just as the prophecy had predicted.

Goya never named the works he produced at Quinta del Sordo; the names were assigned by others after his death.

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RABBITS.

Rabbits is a 2002 series of short avant-garde, horror-comedy video films written and directed by David Lynch. It depicts three humanoid rabbits played by Scott Coffey, Laura Elena Harring and Naomi Watts in a room. Their disjointed conversations are interrupted by a laugh track. Rabbits is presented with the tagline “In a nameless city deluged by a continuous rain… three rabbits live with a fearful mystery”.

LESSONS.

A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way.

— Mark Twain

RICH.

I’m not really getting at anything, not really. I’m just wondering, when you take a sip of thousand dollar wine, does any part of you really believe that it’s worth it?

Because while I’m sure you poured it into a decanter and let it breathe for exactly the amount of time the sommelier instructed, and while you took a big whiff before you tilted that glass back, tried to imagine all of those vanilla and oak and other subtle, almost hidden aromas, I guarantee you that when that first drop hit your tongue, there had to have been a little part of you that was disappointed, that refused to stay silent, that piped up in the back of your head, that’s it? It’s good, but really? That’s it? But I just paid a thousand dollars.

It’s just a glass of wine. It’s just a watch. You’re just some dude with way too much money to even begin to know what to do with any of it.

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DROWNING.

USS’s newest video is an incredibly accurate depiction of addiction.

JETSON SHRUGGED.

This week in tech that makes me uncomfortable, the ‘telepresence robot.’

Apparently people who telecommute have been feeling a little left out, so now you can let everyone in the office know you’re still around by putting your face on an iPad, on a Segway.

Speechless.

OOPS.

With all this talk of consistency, you think I’d at least update my website regularly.

Anyways, I was on ThoughtCatalog recently.

You should read it.

MOMENTUM.

Circumstances change incredibly quickly while your attention is divided, I’ve realized.

2014 has been a mixed bag of successes and yet-to-be-conquered obstacles. On one hand, my work on any novel-length fiction has pretty much come to a standstill. If anyone has a cure for writer’s block, I’ll literally pay you anything for the information at this point. On the positive side, two of my works are now available on ThoughtCatalog, which you can find here and here.

In completely unrelated news, I’m soon to be relocating to Toronto.

In other completely unrelated news, I don’t have any other unrelated news.

PROBLEMS.

That’s the problem with tomorrow.

It has a habit of turning into today.