so umm...
Saturday, November 20, 2010 / 3:26 PM
I haven't been writing here mostly cause there hasn't been much going on and I don't want to crowd this with Assassin's Creed stuff... mostly.
Occasionally, Ubi does something that makes me gush (seeing Copernicus and Machiavelli mentioning a
book he wanted to write for Ezio - gold star if you can guess which one) but the bar has now been set. Driving Leonardo's war tank through a Borgia fortress. Talk about FUN. Ezio's commentary was worth it.
EDIT: Never mind. All my recruits just reached the rank of Assassin... and the ceremony had to be the coolest thing I've ever seen in a game. And he was elevated to the rank of Mentore of the Brotherhood. Sigh. Ezio included his sister too. Baller!
ogni cuore
ha il suo dolore
If you're here, you've somehow managed to stumble across my blog. The word blog makes me think of snooty fashionistas in
New York writing about their later escapades in their pink Mercedes so we'll just call this the place were Ria (yours truly)
can spit out whatever the hell she wants with no responsibility or thought about who she might be offending.
Also, if you're reading this, you might want to know a few things. This is my fifth attempt at successfully keeping a record of my thoughts and doings
- after a few LiveJournals, a former Blog (if you peek around you might find it), and a few paper journals - so, I figure this might be the last chance
I'll give myself to write everyday - if not possible then every other day - about what's going on through my head.
N
o, you're not handcuffed to a chair. You may leave if you will. Go watch porn.
My basic goal with this is to try to flesh out the philosophies, memories, thoughts that make me - me.
Truthfully, I just want to write again. I miss it.
omnes relinquite spes
o vos intrantes
Nel mezzo del camin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
che la diritta via era smarrita.
Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura
esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte,
che nel pensier rinuova la paura!
Tant 'e amara che poco è più morte;
ma per trattar del ben ch'i' vi trovai,
dirò del altre cose ch'i' v'ho scorte.
Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. Inferno
and tonight
the stars revolt