I thought this was very much worth linking to:
From Gamers With Jobs, at which Elysium, Certis, and Sway write and draw amusing and informative things. It's not a bad site to check up on for gaming buzz, so if you're into that kind of thing, give it a click.
Oh yeah, something funny happened last night on my walk that I forgot to mention:
I walked on a golf-cart path for part of the trek back to my grandmother's house, and there was a rather big, serene pond in part of the golf course. The pond was edged by some rocks (to prevent erosion, I guess), and the water was so still with the starlight reflecting off of it and a bit of mist hanging above... I couldn't resist heaving a hefty stone in. What a huge, glorious splash it was. But as I watched the concentric circles spreading (hah, nice Karma physics), a big spotlight flicked on at a house a couple hundred feet away across the pond. It was very, very bright and it was illuminating me - I could tell this because it damn near blinded me, what with my eyes being adjusted to the dark. I cursed in shock, considered my options for a short instant, and dashed (while trying to keep a low profile) into the shadow of a fortunately large and bushy tree.
Crouching near the base of the tree, I peeked just a little around the edge of the tree, hoping fervently that whoever had turned on the light had also taken a few seconds to get from the light switch to the window. After about thirty seconds, the light snapped off again, without any hails having been issued. They've probably had teenage hooligans heave rocks into the pond before; I wonder what they would've done had they seen me. It's not like they could have taken a photo or taken down my license plate number or anything.
That brings to mind a quote from All Quiet on the Western Front, from the point when Baumer, Kropp, and Leer have just crossed a river and are heading to the house of a few young French ladies:
... All wet and naked, clothed only in our boots, we break into a trot. We find the house at once. It lies among the trees. Leer trips over a root and skins his elbows.
"No matter," he says gaily.
The windows are shuttered. We slip round the house and try to peer through the cracks. Then we grow impatient. Suddenly Kropp hesitates:
"What if there's a Major with them?"
"Then we just clear off," grins Leer, "he can try to read our regimental numbers here," and smacks his behind. Such a perfect scene it was last night. Ka-SPLOOSH, a geyser of water shooting four feet in the air; an instant later, the pattering tinkle of hundreds of drops rejoining their comrades, and a daring dash for cover to finish it all off...
posted on Sunday, March 09, 2003
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