Seen on the way back from lectures this morning:- A Peewee stalking a Magpie. Every so often, it took off, bombed the magpie, and went back to its spot a few peewee steps behind again. The magpie mostly ignored it. Of course, it could, since the magpie was twice the size of the other bird.
- A duck doing something inexplicable, holding its wings down around its feet. I thought maybe it had cold legs, until I walked past and saw tiny bundles of fluff huddled underneath it. Ducklings, born too early into cold since it isn't even spring yet, being sheltered underneath their mother. Very clever, and quite sweet. I still don't like ducks, though. They're evil MoFos.
- A guy speeding past me full tilt on his bike, but without his hands on the handlebars. Rather, they were in his pockets. I shared the sentiment. It's not really that cold, but the bloody wind...
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Monday, August 06, 2001
From the Vampire: the Masquerade FAQs:
"I imagine you probably have to wear a cape or some sort of makeup, for what it's worth, because I see a lot of that at LARPs. Exactly who some "vampire" with a face full of Crow makeup and a velvet cloak thinks he's fooling with his "Masquerade" is a bit sketchy, but it seems to be part of the thing. Then again, dressing in those boss costumes is part of the appeal. Just remember, enthusiasts of Victoriana, that hunters are trained to look for anachronisms. Don't blame me when the Society of Leopold burns down your havens at one in the afternoon. I warned you. ;)"
Yeah, I'm a nerd, or something. Role-playing humour makes me laugh. Quite a lot.
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Today, according to the Lonely Planet desk calendar that my brother got me for Christmas, I am going to Edinburgh. This is somewhat ironic, I believe, since yesterday I got rained on old-skool-style.
It only rained twice yesterday. When A, J2 and I were walking over to J2's house to play Werewolf, and when we were leaving. Two minutes before we packed our stuff up to go, it started pouring. Buckets. We waited a little, but it showed no signs of letting up, so I set off on foot anyway.
When I reached the halfway point of Maccas, I was sopping wet. My shoes were water-logged, my jeans wet to mid-shin, the front of my overcoat almost dripping. My book in my bag was wet, and I thanked the Librarian Gods that it was a second-hand book I'd bought for $2, and not a good-condition one to start with.
It had stopped raining when I finished my meal, and I walked quickly home. Not quickly enough, however, and I got caught on the far side of campus when it started to rain again. Up went the umbrella, but the storm was not to be so easily thwarted this time. Halfway across campus, it decided that very hard and horizontal was a grand way for rain to be.
I disagree, I have to say. And after struggling home through gale-force winds determined to blow rain right up my nose, umbrella or no, I'm pretty much determined never ever ever to go out in the rain again. Horrible stuff.
So that, in a nutshell, is why I am not going to Edinburgh, no matter what the calendar says.
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This is actually quite an old picture, taken at least a month ago now, possibly more.