Prismacolor has a new hue! "Irish Reno"!
A couple nights ago I had a dream that I was on some sort of school-provided trip. Where was the awesome place we got to go? A genuine Irish pub! (This is dream logic, folks. In the dream, this was a true gem of an opportunity, like getting to see the Eiffel Tower.)
So our group heads into the pub... sorta. In that fun dream way, going "into" the pub meant walking around the side of a very authentic-looking cobblestone building and out onto the lawn out back. There, under some trees, were picnic tables set up with table cloths and what I guess were various types of beer in little plastic cups like they sell at outdoor fairs and concerts in the US (and maybe elsewhere, I don't know...)
ANYWAY. Everyone seemed to be taking this in stride, so we were all standing there in the shade and the breeze, sipping "beer" from plastic cups and reveling in this genuine pub experience (go figure) when someone points out something behind me. I turn to look.
There, in the distance, jogging en masse across the sunlit lawn, was a herd of Renos. Reno, from the Final Fantasy universe, as I know him from the Advent Children movie. Dozens of him. Identical. Suit and all. Red hair shining in the sun. All packed close together like people in a crowded elevator, yet all jogging towards us. And in a very Monty Python way, their great distance made them look as though they were all jogging in place, just a mass of Renos, marathon jogging, all bobbing up and down out of sync with each other... and not getting anywhere.
Someone near me said: "They're like...... Prismacolor pencils!"
In my dream, I found this appropriate and hilarious. "Like an army of Prismacolors, jogging in place!" I agree readily as we all stare.
Then I wake up.
What the hell, brain? *shakes head* You folks are free to make of that what you will.
So our group heads into the pub... sorta. In that fun dream way, going "into" the pub meant walking around the side of a very authentic-looking cobblestone building and out onto the lawn out back. There, under some trees, were picnic tables set up with table cloths and what I guess were various types of beer in little plastic cups like they sell at outdoor fairs and concerts in the US (and maybe elsewhere, I don't know...)
ANYWAY. Everyone seemed to be taking this in stride, so we were all standing there in the shade and the breeze, sipping "beer" from plastic cups and reveling in this genuine pub experience (go figure) when someone points out something behind me. I turn to look.
There, in the distance, jogging en masse across the sunlit lawn, was a herd of Renos. Reno, from the Final Fantasy universe, as I know him from the Advent Children movie. Dozens of him. Identical. Suit and all. Red hair shining in the sun. All packed close together like people in a crowded elevator, yet all jogging towards us. And in a very Monty Python way, their great distance made them look as though they were all jogging in place, just a mass of Renos, marathon jogging, all bobbing up and down out of sync with each other... and not getting anywhere.
Someone near me said: "They're like...... Prismacolor pencils!"
In my dream, I found this appropriate and hilarious. "Like an army of Prismacolors, jogging in place!" I agree readily as we all stare.
Then I wake up.
What the hell, brain? *shakes head* You folks are free to make of that what you will.