... in which I come from a land down under
Have just got back from visiting a FREAXer. Am knackered, as visiting strange lands is tiring. Going to the mysterious place normally referred to as "down south" is a strange experience, for there I found mad ferrets and Gundam Wing on DVD and people who can talk faster than a speeding bullet but still have major trouble working out the correct order in which to consume tequila shots (it's lick, swallow, suck, dangit... and of course we're not pervs, what CAN you be referring to?).
There is also the matter of the many strange customs to be found in this land, for example the mad glomping of people in train stations and the astounding lack of chips-and-gravy in their chip shops. (There is also the small matter of the fact that these people fry their bacon rather than grilling it, which is weird but at least tastes OK.) I would also suspect sociologists will be able to get years of research from the southerner tradition of dragging visitors to random people's houses to watch Stephen Fry films. Southerners are apparently gratifyingly succeptible to the lure of obsession with the Chicago soundtrack, though.
It is interesting to observe, however, the astounding ability of the Southerner to get poor defenceless northerners all obsessed with something again, just when they were thinking it was slowing down. See, I've always had this sense of the story about Heero and Duo I wanted to read, only nobody had written it. (That phrasing nicked off therealjae, by the way :).) I never thought I'd write it myself, because frankly it was way too nebulous a thing for me to get enough of a grip on it. Only now... I think it's getting there. Shall have to see.
(And in the meantime I shall read this for inspiration, because dude, if I could have written that rant I would have.)
Anyway, had a lovely time, akela, moufflon, alili and scoobygang63 all rock and I miss the madness already. Don't want to go back to college tomorrow at all. Waaaah.
There is also the matter of the many strange customs to be found in this land, for example the mad glomping of people in train stations and the astounding lack of chips-and-gravy in their chip shops. (There is also the small matter of the fact that these people fry their bacon rather than grilling it, which is weird but at least tastes OK.) I would also suspect sociologists will be able to get years of research from the southerner tradition of dragging visitors to random people's houses to watch Stephen Fry films. Southerners are apparently gratifyingly succeptible to the lure of obsession with the Chicago soundtrack, though.
It is interesting to observe, however, the astounding ability of the Southerner to get poor defenceless northerners all obsessed with something again, just when they were thinking it was slowing down. See, I've always had this sense of the story about Heero and Duo I wanted to read, only nobody had written it. (That phrasing nicked off therealjae, by the way :).) I never thought I'd write it myself, because frankly it was way too nebulous a thing for me to get enough of a grip on it. Only now... I think it's getting there. Shall have to see.
(And in the meantime I shall read this for inspiration, because dude, if I could have written that rant I would have.)
Anyway, had a lovely time, akela, moufflon, alili and scoobygang63 all rock and I miss the madness already. Don't want to go back to college tomorrow at all. Waaaah.