per the rspca's site, the scottish ban on fox hunting has gone through; it's speculated that similar legislation has a fighting chance in england. toss that in with extant bans for fur farming and handguns, and i'm tempted to brave the ugly companion animal quarantine and sail away. mmm, england.
developing a taste for the lovecraft collection i started last month. it's a neat foil for the dostoevsky, really - in place of background backgrounds and crippling historical guilt, one gets it's too terrible for me to describe and you just can't, the crawling chaos will kick your ass. have some consonants. i appreciate matter-of-fact narrative sloth.