We’re currently stealing wireless from some unknown location on the street, and there is a group of semi-drunk pedestrians on the sidewalk next to our car, so I’ll keep it short. We got in fine and survived a rough day of jet lag. More to come once we get to better internet.
Here’s to hoping our house doesn’t flood once we’re out of the country (picture me tipping back a Guinness). Our house tends to flood when we leave the country. That is to say, it did once.
Here’s some irony for you: we’re going to Ireland, where we hope to have less rain.
I’ll try to chronicle the voyage in (relatively) dry Ireland once we’re there. And I’m going to try to take lots of pictures. I’ve been pretty bad about taking pictures at memorable events since, in the digital age now, someone else can easily email you all the best pictures. But that’s easier said than done. Emailing one photo is quite different from emailing 50. Or even 24. (Random side thought: someday, people are going to marvel at the fact that once upon a time, you had to buy rolls of film in denominations of 12. “I mean, 24 photos? What’s up with that? Why not 20 or 40?” they’ll say. Maybe they’re saying it already. Come to think of it, what is up with that?)
In the meantime, I’ll be pondering the next lie to post here. Most of my recent creative energy has gone into staying sane at the end of the school year and working on a tribute site for two retiring colleagues (hyzerpotter.ning.com), but I’ve had plenty of ideas — a mysterious band named the Sirens that leaves bars full of dead people after their concerts, an awkward brother who sets up the narrator with a call girl, a story in second person (you) in which a dude shows up at your door asking where Andre is, and another chapter of the doppelganger story. Mostly, I’m just writing them down here to remind myself. I know they make other things for the same purpose, like post-it notes and napkins, but this way it’s public, so I really need to follow through.
I have been keeping up with wiscotumblr, though. So, yeah.
Kinsale, Ireland.
You know how they say that people look like their dogs? I don’t mind that, cuz I’ve got a good looking dog. Here she is:
But if you were to say the same about me and my cat, I might take offense:
Technologically-assisted team tag.
Here’s how it works. The team captains hold a GPS that tracks the enemy team captain. Everyone is wearing belts with those flag-football flags attached on both hips. The teams start in the city, miles apart, and move toward each other with the help of the GPS navigation. The objective is to tag the opposing team captain. But anyone who is tagged (i.e. flagged ripped from belt) is out of action. So you can spread your team out as you get closer to each other and take out the opposition one by one.
Ideally, each team is on hands-free walkie-talkies so they can communicate with other team members and coordinate ambushes and whatnot. I figure teams of about 10 people would be ideal, and I’m thinking the captains need some other name. The “target,” maybe? The “coxswain”? The “Q-Bert”? I don’t know where that came from, but I like it.
Well, that one was a little longer than I anticipated, but fun anyway. I’m working on a choose-your-own-adventure; hope to have that or some other piece up in the next couple weeks.