A Sci-Fi Mind in a Ordinary World
As many of you know, I bought a house a little less than two weeks ago, and moved in on Saturday the eleventh.
This weekend, we started the yard work. La Fiancee (a.k.a. prncesssprklpnt) mowed the lawn, put down the weed 'n' feed, and watered the lawn. My job was to pull up all the weeds that were growing against the house and in the gardens.
The weeds were legion. It took me about an hour per square yard (a little less than a square meter, for all you metric folk out there). I was just yanking up roots and vines and bulbs and all kinds of nasty things. And when you get deep enough into weed roots, well, some of them are this weird white color, and against the dark dirt it looks like they are all completely interconnected with one another...
And I couldn't help but expect some sort of monster -- maybe Un'Gurlu, the Master of the Weed Underdark -- to pop his head out of the ground, and then I would have to jump up and grab my spade and then the glass would break and the driving techno music would start and I would have to do battle. And once I figured out the correct attack sequence to beat Un'Gurlu, I would be awarded with the Enchanted Ho of Garden Clearance* (+4).
I related this story to La Fiancee Sunday night, while we were in bed. Her response was something along the lines of, "Oh my God, explain to me again why I am even considering reproducing with you."
* This would be the type of ho made out of metal and wood, the type used for churning up dirt. My friends list is so gangsta, I have to specify these things.
This weekend, we started the yard work. La Fiancee (a.k.a. prncesssprklpnt) mowed the lawn, put down the weed 'n' feed, and watered the lawn. My job was to pull up all the weeds that were growing against the house and in the gardens.
The weeds were legion. It took me about an hour per square yard (a little less than a square meter, for all you metric folk out there). I was just yanking up roots and vines and bulbs and all kinds of nasty things. And when you get deep enough into weed roots, well, some of them are this weird white color, and against the dark dirt it looks like they are all completely interconnected with one another...
And I couldn't help but expect some sort of monster -- maybe Un'Gurlu, the Master of the Weed Underdark -- to pop his head out of the ground, and then I would have to jump up and grab my spade and then the glass would break and the driving techno music would start and I would have to do battle. And once I figured out the correct attack sequence to beat Un'Gurlu, I would be awarded with the Enchanted Ho of Garden Clearance* (+4).
I related this story to La Fiancee Sunday night, while we were in bed. Her response was something along the lines of, "Oh my God, explain to me again why I am even considering reproducing with you."
* This would be the type of ho made out of metal and wood, the type used for churning up dirt. My friends list is so gangsta, I have to specify these things.