Ravensword is a fantasy RPG , and I thought of the word after I thought of Ravesward in a kind of word meddling that the english language allows you do to do. Due to my English laziness I only have smatterings of French, Italian , German, Spanish and Dutch and am not sure if it's as easy in other language. Ravesward could be Raven Sward or Raven's Ward, while Ravensword could be Raven Sword or Raven's Word, and I blame the likes of William Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde for the fact that I think like that. Will the overall story is good I find "Romeo and Juliet" tremendously tedious with it's continual word play. I do love the
Monty Python sketch where Wilde, Whistler and Shaw trade insults and witticisms in this genre.
Today I woke up and couldn't get to sleep because of a problem at work. It's not a bad thing, but there is a situation with I think I may have a solution to. I don't know if it's age, but when we had mainframe systems, things were so nailed down that you never had to bother about things failing. If it did, systems were designed to catch failares and then easily be rectified.
These days we have distributed processing which is full of so many points of failure because no one seems to bother testing any more, UAT seems to be just assuming what you are given by your outsourced resource will be correct, which is totally wrong.
Anyway I have been listening to Genesis' second album "Trespass" (their first was the awful Jonathan King produced eponymous offering with the odd glimpse of what was to come on Decca), and this connects with Monty Python as both Genesis and Monty Python were on the Charisma label.
"Trespass" has a pastoral feel and lyrically does not fail from being too clever or confident. It is full of memorable melodies that stay with you long after you have listened to them and culminate in the keyboard riff driven assault of "The Knife" which incidentally closes
"Genesis Live" which was a budget release with a typical Peter Gabriel surreal piece of grotesquerie and the rear of the sleeve, which I found here:
4:30 p.m. The tube train draws to a halt. There is no station in sight.
Anxious glances dart around amongst the passengers as they acknowledge
each other’s presence for the first time.
At the end
of the train, a young lady in a green trouser suit stands up in the
centre of the carriage and proceeds to unbutton her jacket, which she
removes and drops to the dirty wooden floor. She also takes off her
shoes, her trousers, her blouse, her brassiere, her tights and her
floral panties, dropping them all in a neat pile. This leaves her
totally naked.
She then moves her hands across
her thighs and begins to fiddle around in between her legs. Eventually,
she catches hold of something cold and metallic and very slowly, she
starts to unzip her body; working in a straight line up the stomach,
between the breasts, up the neck, taking it right on through the centre
of her face to her forehead. Her fingers probe up and down the resulting
slit finally coming to rest on either side of her navel. She pauses for
a moment, before meticulously working her flesh apart. Slipping her
right hand into the open gash, she pushes up through her throat,
latching on to some buried solid at the top of her spine. With
tremendous effort, she loosens and pulls out a thin, shimmering, golden
rod. Her fingers release their grip and her crumbled body, neatly
sliced, slithers down the liquid surface of the rod to the floor.
SPLAT!
The rod remains hovering just off the ground, a flagpole without flag.
The
other passengers have been totally silent, but at the sound of the body
dropping on the floor a large middle-aged lady wearing a pink dress and
matching poodle stands up and shouts, “STOP THIS, ITS DISGUSTING!”
The
golden rod disappeared; the green trouser-suit was left on a hanger
with a dry-cleaning ticket pinned to the left arm. On the ticket was
written-
NAME…………………………….
ADDRESS………………………
…………………………………….
…………………………………….
…………………………………….
So I'll leaveyou with the "The Knife" , the story and the poets, it's Friday, it's the weekend, have a good one.
