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can't bark, will yowl and spit
Thursday, 16 August 2007 07:26 amBugger. I have a slightly epic sore throat at the moment, and the latest in the Ursula Vernon oeuvre just made me laugh until I choked. It hurts. I think the expression on the fluffy creature's face in the last panel does it. I grok.
Last night saw the epochal moment in which my father, currently visiting from France, actually got to meet his nearly 2-year-old granddaughter. Much "awwwww" resulted. I spent a portion of the evening reading to said niece, a poignant and tension-filled manuscript about a Scottie dog called Hairy McClary and his brush with the evil feline Scarface Claw. While deploring the inherent racism of the work, I am also profoundly unsurprised to note that I'm a lot better at making cat noises than dog noises.
Last Night I Dreamed: that an SCA event at an actual castle somewhere somehow morphed into a siege, populated by (a) Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman and a whole bunch of senior Discworld geeks hanging out in a bar ordering extremely expensive food, and (b) most of the Knights of the Round Table. The latter included, for some reason, Aragorn, played by Viggo Mortensen in Crazy Man mode. While rapiers and armour were much in evidence, we were actually trying desperately to fire up the giant laser rays on the tank when Aragorn charged us in a jeep, firing a machine gun, and chased us through a snowy landscape, ending up with our tank stuck in the tonnes of water thundering down from a melting glacier.
I think my subconscious is on something, frankly.
Last night saw the epochal moment in which my father, currently visiting from France, actually got to meet his nearly 2-year-old granddaughter. Much "awwwww" resulted. I spent a portion of the evening reading to said niece, a poignant and tension-filled manuscript about a Scottie dog called Hairy McClary and his brush with the evil feline Scarface Claw. While deploring the inherent racism of the work, I am also profoundly unsurprised to note that I'm a lot better at making cat noises than dog noises.
Last Night I Dreamed: that an SCA event at an actual castle somewhere somehow morphed into a siege, populated by (a) Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman and a whole bunch of senior Discworld geeks hanging out in a bar ordering extremely expensive food, and (b) most of the Knights of the Round Table. The latter included, for some reason, Aragorn, played by Viggo Mortensen in Crazy Man mode. While rapiers and armour were much in evidence, we were actually trying desperately to fire up the giant laser rays on the tank when Aragorn charged us in a jeep, firing a machine gun, and chased us through a snowy landscape, ending up with our tank stuck in the tonnes of water thundering down from a melting glacier.
I think my subconscious is on something, frankly.
