what would Cape Town do?

[freckles_and_doubt]

This climate needs a therapist. 21 June, the winter solstice for this hemisphere. How does the city mark the midwinter feast? Clear skies, an absence of rain or the recent biting cold, and a gosh-darned berg wind barely stirring the city's warm, fuzzy layer of smog. Honestly. This place has no sense of occasion.

On the subject of having birthdays on damned nearly the coldest, shortest day of the year, pshaw, Saturday's party is full steam ahead. Against the advice of my friendly psychologist, at some stage in the proceedings an Evil Landlord-constructed Heath Robinson device of some sort will ceremonially drop an anvil on the bunny. I figure this may be traumatic for me, but if we don't destroy the bunny, given that its entire, demonstrated success as a motivator is predicated on its destruction, irretrievable damage to the space-time continuum may result. Even worse, the book may mysteriously become unwritten. Party attendees of a nervous disposition may wish to bring peril-sensitive goggles.

Bunny Threat Level: Critical. Lock up your bunnies!

Comments

[pinkthulhu.livejournal.com]

Over here, the summer solstice sky constantly threatened to pour rain on the performance of Midsummer Nights Dream at the Open Air theatre we were attending.

One of my colleagues was even out _rowing_ on the Thames at 5am to catch the solstice sunrise.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Darned global warning! Also, you want to be careful with watching dodgy faerie-invocational Shakespeare plays at the summer solstice, when the walls of reality are thin...

Damn. I need a Pratchett icon.

[khoi-boi.livejournal.com]

You could always resize this:

anvils rule!

[pumeza.livejournal.com]

I was at a blacksmith's birthday once and they blew an anvil several metres into the air with gunpowder (the circle around this event was remarkably wide and nervous). Apparently this is called "shooting the anvil". So the question is, how big is your anvil and how much gunpowder do you have handily lying about the house?

Re: anvils rule!

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

OMG, how can we ever compete?!

Actually, my Evil Landlord has a horrible affinity for gunpowder, as does mac1235, to the extent where I've banned explosives entirely unless they do it somewhere else. I'm hoping for levers, pulleys, balls dropping into chutes, water-controlled balances and, at some point, a candle burning slowly through a piece of string. When I say Heath Robinson, I mean it.

sharks

[first-fallen.livejournal.com]

What we need are sharks with friggin laser beams attached to their heads.

Re: sharks

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Um... this would help how, precisely?

not that it wouldn't be cool. Just unhelpful.