Through Twitter, one of my oldest online friends contacted me today, a bloke with whom I used to run Star Trek games on Compuserve back in the mid to late nineties. I'd googled his name some time ago and found that twitter account and sent him a tweet going 'I might know you -- does the name Baroonuk ring a bell with you?' (that was our most successful ship, manned by Federation and Cardassians far away in a galaxy full of insectoids and other interesting aliens), and today, he pinged me back there, and yep, it's him.

Back in the day, when my rather naive younger cousin went to the US to see some family and then insisted on going to New York all by herself, I asked him to meet her just so somebody would keep an eye on her from far away; they went to the top of the World Trade Center, if I recall correctly. That's how long ago it was.

Wow.

Also, it reminded me of how my main character on that ship, a Cardassian doctor names Sekla, actually specialised in psychological damage, so I do sense a pattern here...

I was just on the phone with a bloke who does web stuff for us at work and can only work on our projects on evening and weekends beside his day job, so I consented to sacrifice half an hour to that; and while I was talking to him, Mephisto started to jump up the window pane, really high (five feet or more) to catch some tiny dark bug bzzzz-ing away there.

He took about a dozen loud, vigorous jumps, then had brought the poor thing down. Lucifer had been watching him curiously, and now, as the insect was flailing half-dead on the floor, Lucifer just pounced and ate it.-

Also, one year ago, the weather was mostly nice, and I was in Ljubljana...

**sigh**

This is the Haring on the loo, at that amazing hotel we stayed at in Münster.

( More Münster pictures )

I seem to be talking entirely in exclamation marks; but that's not a problem as this road trip is worth it.

We spent all day today in Münster. My mother dragged me all through the city several times back and forth. Like in any old city the old part is sort of roundish, and we crossed the cathedral square in the middle about half a dozen times in our perambulations, and we saw about a dozen churches.
In addition, we saw the peace hall in the city hall, where in 1648 the 30-Years-War ended and Spain let the Netherlands go. Then, we had goat cheese cake in the Picasso Museum (made by that bakery the Nazgul recommended), and then we went and heard an organ-and-harp concert in the cathedral.

Then, we had a nice meal with a good burgundy, and took the rest of the bottle with us for tomorrow, when we'll be in a country inn by the old battle-field of 9 AD, where I would suspect wine, let alone decent one, will not be forthcoming...

I don't know if we will have internet; if so, I will be there and post more, if not, I'll be reading 'Abhorsen'.-