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May. 13th, 2003 09:43 am
May. 13th, 2003
May. 13th, 2003 12:28 pm
An earthshattering KA-BOOM!
Right by the wall on the eastern edge of Graceland Cemetary, there's a freshly split tree. I first noticed it when coming home last night, since I hadn't been on the HoDaR since Friday. It's been ripped into three rough vertical sections. I didn't notice any scorching as I flew by it, but it's hard to imagine anything else having that effect besides lightning.
It gave me a shiver to think that that may have been the result of the tremendous crash I heard on Saturday night. The 22 bus had just reached Montrose and the skies had opened up. After some impressive flashes, we saw lightning strike to the southeast. The boom was tremendous; everyone was extra silent for a few seconds and then a cute white-haired bear I'd had my eye on said, "EXCELLENT!" He got off at the next stop and as he stood next to me waiting for the door to open, I said, "That could've been your house!" But he didn't respond.
Last night, I took a walk through the park. Just down from the hillock lay a young ornamental tree snapped off at the base. Again, no scorching, but it looked like there might have been some rot close to the ground so I wonder if the high winds didn't just push it over. The pond was so high that some of the willows on its shore look like they are drowning.
It gave me a shiver to think that that may have been the result of the tremendous crash I heard on Saturday night. The 22 bus had just reached Montrose and the skies had opened up. After some impressive flashes, we saw lightning strike to the southeast. The boom was tremendous; everyone was extra silent for a few seconds and then a cute white-haired bear I'd had my eye on said, "EXCELLENT!" He got off at the next stop and as he stood next to me waiting for the door to open, I said, "That could've been your house!" But he didn't respond.
Last night, I took a walk through the park. Just down from the hillock lay a young ornamental tree snapped off at the base. Again, no scorching, but it looked like there might have been some rot close to the ground so I wonder if the high winds didn't just push it over. The pond was so high that some of the willows on its shore look like they are drowning.
May. 13th, 2003 01:38 pm
Cafeteria notes
I have got to stop eating at the seminary cafeteria. The food there isn't bad (I don't get oogie as much as I did at the student cafeteria) and I don't go that much--maybe a couple times a month. But every time I do, I carboload as if my afternoon included a frickin' marathon, not the considerably less calorically demanding exertion of updating my LJ.
Today, for instance, I had two "chicken patties" (actually more of a schnitzel) on buns (one with ranch, one with swiss--for those watching my fat for me) and a whole mess of tater tots. And this was me being good! Other times, I've had the equivalent of that plus soup or pasta and dessert. (They make the best old-fashioned sugar cookies and the chocolate chip aren't bad either.)
On this trip, I noticed for the first time a stash of hot sauce opposite the cashier. In contrast to their other condiments, which are in those annoying little squeeze packs, these were bottled--about five different brands in eight or nine bottles. It occurred to me that this must be what the kitchen staff, who I've seen sit down to a table with their trays like everyone else, puts on the Lutheran cuisine to make it edible. If each employee had his own personal favourite salsa picante, that would explain the profusion of brands.
Today, for instance, I had two "chicken patties" (actually more of a schnitzel) on buns (one with ranch, one with swiss--for those watching my fat for me) and a whole mess of tater tots. And this was me being good! Other times, I've had the equivalent of that plus soup or pasta and dessert. (They make the best old-fashioned sugar cookies and the chocolate chip aren't bad either.)
On this trip, I noticed for the first time a stash of hot sauce opposite the cashier. In contrast to their other condiments, which are in those annoying little squeeze packs, these were bottled--about five different brands in eight or nine bottles. It occurred to me that this must be what the kitchen staff, who I've seen sit down to a table with their trays like everyone else, puts on the Lutheran cuisine to make it edible. If each employee had his own personal favourite salsa picante, that would explain the profusion of brands.
At the height of the last night's feast, Owlet hoists his tankard, makes an incomprehensible toast, and drunkenly squawks:
We're lethal and we're sneaky
We're char'tible and cheeky
And just a wee bit freaky
We're Wolfshead Company!
From Dyvers north to Chendl
There's nothing we can't handle
If your band can't, this band'll
We're Wolfshead Company!
You'll envy our position
We've got our Lord's permission
To head a holy mission
We're Wolfshead Company!
Our leader is patrician
He denigrates discretion
Preferring demolition
We're Wolfshead Company!
Our adept's adept at dealing
Heironeous' healing
For death is not appealing
To Wolfshead Company!
Our archer's a bewitcher
She drinks wine by the pitcher
But anger her, she'll spitcha!
We're Wolfshead Company!
Our mages are delicious
One's dandy and ambitious
The other's quite militious
We're Wolfshead Company!
Our elf is very nimble
He likes to gyre and gimble
And never gets a pimple!
We're Wolfshead Company!
Our half-orc is no bimbo
He wears Kord's holy symbol
One day he'll build a temple
We're Wolfshead Company!
(And, lest the familiars feel unfamilially fameless:
We're furry and we're beaky
Amphibious and squeaky
Warty, small, and streaky!
We're their menagerie!)
We're lethal and we're sneaky
We're char'tible and cheeky
And just a wee bit freaky
We're Wolfshead Company!
From Dyvers north to Chendl
There's nothing we can't handle
If your band can't, this band'll
We're Wolfshead Company!
You'll envy our position
We've got our Lord's permission
To head a holy mission
We're Wolfshead Company!
Our leader is patrician
He denigrates discretion
Preferring demolition
We're Wolfshead Company!
Our adept's adept at dealing
Heironeous' healing
For death is not appealing
To Wolfshead Company!
Our archer's a bewitcher
She drinks wine by the pitcher
But anger her, she'll spitcha!
We're Wolfshead Company!
Our mages are delicious
One's dandy and ambitious
The other's quite militious
We're Wolfshead Company!
Our elf is very nimble
He likes to gyre and gimble
And never gets a pimple!
We're Wolfshead Company!
Our half-orc is no bimbo
He wears Kord's holy symbol
One day he'll build a temple
We're Wolfshead Company!
(And, lest the familiars feel unfamilially fameless:
We're furry and we're beaky
Amphibious and squeaky
Warty, small, and streaky!
We're their menagerie!)
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The morning after the end of Brewfest, one hears street urchins (who may or may not be the ones a strange gnomish man was seen giving silver to the night before) singing:
Oh, Willem and Wazla dwelt in the trees
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
And eked out a living from robbery
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
They must've thought
They'd ne'er be caught
A fiddle-diddle dum fiddle-dum fiddle-dee
Petty hoods don't live in reality!
They committed their crimes with audacity
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
Ambushing trav'lers and levying a fee
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
To haul their loads
Upon the roads
A fiddle-diddle dum fiddle-dum fiddle-dee
They had presum'd both safe and free!
Of these bands, one called the cavalry
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
Who arriv'd dress'd in the Duke's livery
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
On gryphonback
Led the attack
A fiddle-diddle dum fiddle-dum fiddle-dee
And shewed those thieves no mysericordy!
Willem and Wazla fled bitterly
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
To Chendl to continue knavery
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
Kidnapping cats
And training brats
A fiddle-diddle dum fiddle-dum fiddle-dee
To follow their path of knavery!
Oh, Willem and Wazla dwelt in the trees
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
And eked out a living from robbery
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
They must've thought
They'd ne'er be caught
A fiddle-diddle dum fiddle-dum fiddle-dee
Petty hoods don't live in reality!
They committed their crimes with audacity
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
Ambushing trav'lers and levying a fee
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
To haul their loads
Upon the roads
A fiddle-diddle dum fiddle-dum fiddle-dee
They had presum'd both safe and free!
Of these bands, one called the cavalry
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
Who arriv'd dress'd in the Duke's livery
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
On gryphonback
Led the attack
A fiddle-diddle dum fiddle-dum fiddle-dee
And shewed those thieves no mysericordy!
Willem and Wazla fled bitterly
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
To Chendl to continue knavery
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
Kidnapping cats
And training brats
A fiddle-diddle dum fiddle-dum fiddle-dee
To follow their path of knavery!
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