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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!

anvils rule!

Date: Friday, 22 June 2007 08:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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!

Date: Friday, 22 June 2007 09:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extemporanea.livejournal.com
OMG, how can we ever compete?!

Actually, my Evil Landlord has a horrible affinity for gunpowder, as does [livejournal.com profile] 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

Date: Friday, 22 June 2007 11:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] first-fallen.livejournal.com
What we need are sharks with friggin laser beams attached to their heads.

Re: sharks

Date: Friday, 22 June 2007 08:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extemporanea.livejournal.com
Um... this would help how, precisely?

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

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