Round two hundred?
Khendros: Your pirate facade presents an eerie resemblence to George Clooney
Mark: Arr, boobies!
Khendros: Ninjas rule, sir
Mark: Do you know why ninja hide in the shadows? They heard there were pirates about.
Khendros: Know why pirates always wear eye patches? Because Ninjas keep stealing their fucking eyes
Mark: You know why ninja wear black? It’s to hide the piss stains.
Khendros: Pirates wear red to hide their periods… little girly men, they are
Mark: You know why ninja wear masks? It’s so you won’t see their green faces when pirates get the booty. Again.
Khendros: They gay booty
Khendros: All them seamen out there on their boats
Mark: Two words: Jack Sparrow.
Khendros: Who never once had sex with anyone the entire movie
Khendros: …or all three, for that matter
Mark: Jack Sparrow already had sex with everyone. True fact.
Khendros: No, you’re thinking of Keith Richards
Khendros: Easy to confuse them
Mark: Well they’re both pirates
Mark: It’s understandable
Kilts and pee, oh my!
There aren’t many of them, to be certain, but that makes the danger all the more keen. Maybe you’ve known some of them at one time or another. This is actually pretty likely as many of them are prolific socialites. Or maybe you’ve just seen them in passing; some bare and hairy knees spotted in a shocking and distracting moment. Car crashes aren’t unknown after these distracting encounters, and indeed it is well-known that several highland clans used this as a tactic: Flash your knees and then slaughter the survivors.
They are the Scottish and they are everywhere.
In the last week I’ve seen a shocking amount of honest-to-god Scots wandering about North Las Vegas, considering where we are. Two on Saturday, three on Sunday and one hairy bastard at six o’clock this morning wearing a plaid kilt. The knees, oh god, his knees. I tasted vomit right then.
Mumbling aside, all the highlanders wandering about have put me in mind of how much of a transient city that Las Vegas is. We all come and go, but only a few stay here, and only a few people whom I’ve met, such as my sister-in-law are actually native to here.
How many degrees of separation, you say?
One fact about Ireland that I’m at pains to stress is that, within a few degrees of separation, everyone on our fair isle knows virtually everyone else, especially within given communities. Idon’t feel that it’s a stretchto saythat most of the gaming (roleplaying/war games/ccg) community knows almost everyone else, at least by sight. I vividly remember being in Dublin or London over the yearsand meetingby chances a person whom I met at Gaelcon or Gencon.
My mum cranks, as they say, all of this up a notch. We could (hypothetically…of course) drop her out of a helicopter into a pack of ravenous African lions and, lo andbehold, she realizes that why aren’tyou thatbeautiful lioness I saw all those years ago in Dublin zoo? And sure how are the cubs? Great, fantastic! Would I like to come in an havea cuppa?Absolutely! And then they’d talk until the giraffes came home.
Twice now in Las Vegas, a full seven thousand, eight hundred and thirteen kilometre from Galway as the crow flies, have I encountered people who know mum. One in McMullans Irish pub when mum was visiting here, she met some norn fellows who knew her and behold, they talked for half an hour like old friend. Yesterday, I met the O’Connell from Clifden in county Galway, who are touring the whole west coast by car. After a financial windfall through work they decided to take off to the United States for the summer. The two parents in the family both knew mum by sight as they often eat at her workplace when they’re in Galway.
’tis a small world.
Well shit
I’m on Twitter, but this isn’t the “well shit” part.
Well shit, I sprained my ankle while sitting down at my desk. As the injury was explained to me by Mariah, I put pressure on my ankle while walking. When I sat down the pressure was abruptly released and the tendons tore. So I’m in an appreciable amount of pain and stuck using a crutch to walk.
Why, god, why?
This is how every story should end
Me, elsewhere
