Geekery and a Story
Most depressing/awesome thing ever, depending on how you look at it.
Note: You probably won't understand it, 94% of my readership.
So I woke up looking and feeling like I met all the qualifications to join the Legion of Tempestuous Fury (well, not that my NCAA basketball pjs look much like lorica segmentata). After I stumbled into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of myself (gag and shudder go here). It was pretty gruesome. Evidently the thirty two point buy system was very kind to my wisdom score, not so much my charisma.
But with a mere ten minutes, a little toothpaste and some lip gloss, I was transformed into a fantastic representation of Larissa's madness (plus a sweater, because it's damn cold out that early in the morning). And I was not the only one to notice it. So put that in your plus two pipe of life and smoke it.
But I understand it, and it thrills me like it shouldn't.
And now,
The grass was gray when I went outside that morning. I remember to rushed to really think about. It didn't fully hit me until blocks away from my house, stuck in traffic. Weird, was all I thought.
Staring out the window, willing the lights to change, I realized the red looked more washed out. And the sky was actually changing in front of my eyes. What was going on?
I tried to put it out of my mind, but halfway through the work day, they broadcasted the president's emergency address. The colours were leaving. I went home early.
In the streets, crowds stared up in horror as the sun drained of it's yellows, oranges and fission reds.
I saw a bluebird that afternoon, outside of my window. I actually felt the tears creeping up in my eyes and my breath catching in my throat. 'A bird, now. Can't call it blue anymore.'
My roommate was lying on his back on the carpet, picking threads from the hem of his jeans. 'Yeah, and? I've always called them birds.'
'Yes, but you're colourblind!'
'Well we all are now,' he reminded me.
Note: You probably won't understand it, 94% of my readership.
So I woke up looking and feeling like I met all the qualifications to join the Legion of Tempestuous Fury (well, not that my NCAA basketball pjs look much like lorica segmentata). After I stumbled into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of myself (gag and shudder go here). It was pretty gruesome. Evidently the thirty two point buy system was very kind to my wisdom score, not so much my charisma.
But with a mere ten minutes, a little toothpaste and some lip gloss, I was transformed into a fantastic representation of Larissa's madness (plus a sweater, because it's damn cold out that early in the morning). And I was not the only one to notice it. So put that in your plus two pipe of life and smoke it.
But I understand it, and it thrills me like it shouldn't.
And now,
The grass was gray when I went outside that morning. I remember to rushed to really think about. It didn't fully hit me until blocks away from my house, stuck in traffic. Weird, was all I thought.
Staring out the window, willing the lights to change, I realized the red looked more washed out. And the sky was actually changing in front of my eyes. What was going on?
I tried to put it out of my mind, but halfway through the work day, they broadcasted the president's emergency address. The colours were leaving. I went home early.
In the streets, crowds stared up in horror as the sun drained of it's yellows, oranges and fission reds.
I saw a bluebird that afternoon, outside of my window. I actually felt the tears creeping up in my eyes and my breath catching in my throat. 'A bird, now. Can't call it blue anymore.'
My roommate was lying on his back on the carpet, picking threads from the hem of his jeans. 'Yeah, and? I've always called them birds.'
'Yes, but you're colourblind!'
'Well we all are now,' he reminded me.