thank you India, thank you terror

if i'd never been to India, Italy's traffic, despite the adorable scooters, would be a bit terrifying, i think.

for instance, walking about this afternoon, i saw a misplaced car drive slowly up the sidewalk and then stop before pulling carefully back out onto the roadway.

but! the car was moving slowly. and it stopped before re-entering traffic. and there was only one.

so as it is, the Italy traffic is slightly familiar and (only) slightly mad, but absolutely do-able. on foot that is. i wouldn't dream of trying it in a vehicle.

after all, i'm not crazy.

or, as I like to call it, Tuesday

i'm half watching The Matrix as I make plans for the Joss Whedon puppet and scout for covers of Dust in the Wind, which are plentiful, by the bye. and it just occurred to me that Agent Smith and Tim Gunn sound rather a lot alike.

Best Line From an Email This Week Past

"Excessive glitter application should happen in the alley"

when geeks drink

some time after 11, the King of the North declared himself and demanded drinking games ensue for his amusement.

meanwhile, "dragonborn can't feel the fire!" came the call from the fire pit. fortunately, the attempt to prove this was overruled by the soberer party goers.

as for myself, i knew it was time to take my leave when i started getting downright belligerent about literature (billitergent?). I mean, Grrr Martin's lengthy attempt to kill the fantasy genre is tedious, but when sober I don't stoop to name calling the person I'm arguing with.