Circumstances have caused this idiocy to bubble into my brain, lately...
Identify the obnoxious fictional multimedia character. If the last clue doesn't give it away, you have been living under a rock.
1) He believes he is a fundamentally good person, but is actually so self-centered that he doesn't realize that he is emotionally abusive.
2) He is immortal and eternally youthful, and has superhuman strength and speed, but feels the universe has done him a bad turn because he has an extremely restricted (but quite manageable) diet.
3) He is in love with a rather dim woman who suffers from a world-class martyr complex.
4) He sparkles in the sunlight.
(Dementia got it on the first clue...)
Pokego foolishness: Last weekend in Michigan, I managed to take over a gym (and an Ingress portal) at an out of the way location marker. No one has knocked it down yet, and I had enough gold berries that my critter is still there. So I have managed to single-handedly hold a gym from a hundred miles away for a full week. Go me.
Suchia and I took on Nippersink Creek today, 6.2 miles worth. I tagged Pistakee Lake for the first time, and managed to get lost once (there was no current to speak of, and the residential canal on the right was twice the size of the actual channel on the left). The boat ramp lets out into a shallow, weed choked bay more suited to poling than to rowing or paddling. Once out into the creek proper, things went pretty well, though I did run aground once. There was a significant south wind, which didn't matter most of the time, but made the short run across the south side of the island in Pistakee Lake INTERESTING; there was enough chop that I splashed water into the boat with the starboard oar on every stroke.
Damon Runyon was born on this day in 1884. He told stories of warriors and tricksters in language that seemed so commonplace that it was easy to miss its beauty and poetry.
“One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to come up to you and show you a nice brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken, and this guy is going to offer to bet you that he can make the Jack of Spades jump out of the deck and squirt cider in your ear. But, son, do not bet this man, for as sure as you are standing there, you are going to end up with an earful of cider.”
I had a lot of boating goals at the beginning of this season, and failed to meet almost all of them (though I did manage to get out at least once a month for May, June, July, August, September, and October). I needed to close out the season, because there are home maintenance chores that need to be done, and complete for the same time. But I refused to close things out without visiting the Lady Geneva at least once.
Geneva is ALWAYS beautiful, unless she is angry, but today she was PERFECT. No wind, almost no traffic, good temperatures, amazing partial cloud cover. Of course I forgot my camera.
Done for the year, now (though I reserve the right to pull the boat out for one more day if we have perfect weather in November). Suchia gets put away for the season in the next few days. Total milage for the year was only 32, but that beats 2013 (1.5) and 2015 (0) by quite a bit.
Brother Rat is once again proven to have spoken the truth.
A relationship paradox: It is a fine thing to lay the keys to your soul on the table in front of another person and say, "I belong to you." HOWEVER... If you are the person on the other side of the table, it is an act of unmitigated evil to pick those keys up.
Courtesy of Dan Schwartz:
There was a young man
From Cork who got limericks
And haikus confused.
Thirty-three years ago today, in an office containing (among other things) an authentic Stateville Prison leg iron and a tank full of piranha....
33rd anniversary, day two. Both feeling kind of ill, Dementia had a dental appointment; I mowed the front lawn for the last time this year. Life is exciting!
Took advantage of the weather to sneak around the crowds and get my 2018 Great America season pass validated. (Once you have a season pass, getting the next year's, including parking, is cheaper than one day admission without parking.) The overhead was playing "Tubular Bells" at the security kiosk, and "Night on Bald Mountain" once I was inside. They have been doing Fright Fest for a long time, and they seem to have the details down cold...
Life in my household:
Dementia: So how was the buffet?
Hyena: OK. They had fried chicken.
Dementia (rolling eyes): And you ate a whole chicken.
Hyena (sheepishly): A big chicken. It had six legs.
Dementia: That's a big chicken.
Hyena: When mad scientists get involved in cock fighting, strange things happen.