Maru's Mun Journal

 One of our customers is called Ansgar!!!

**giggles forever**

There was a tremendous hail- and thunderstorm here today, and I was seeking refuge under an awning while there was thunder and lightning and tremendous downpours that was so loud, I didn't even hear the loudly wailing (from the way its face scrunched up and its mouth was open) baby whose mother was hiding under the awning right next to me with the carriage, the street had turned into a white-water rafting area, and the hailstones were pinging off the pavement and hitting me like little icy pinpricks.

And I was standing there, grinning to myself, and thinking, "Really, Thor, you can't be that pissed off merely because all the fangirls like your little brother better than you?"

I found it on unfuckyourhabitat, here.

I can't stop looking at it: - it is so a) wrong and b) funny, at the same time!

1 -- This:



Seems that happens a lot around the circles of people I'm in.

2 -- Character bleed. No, not just the AU version of Sherlock who's trying to troll Antinoos in this thread, with varied success, as Antinoos is a bit too jaded as an urbane citizen of the Roman empire in its heyday to be much impressed with new deities and tales of far-away countries. He's been to the faraway countries, and sampled new cults the way you'd savour the cuisine of your holiday destination. A certain barbarian from a few centuries later would have been much more impressed when he was new. And in fact, it was that barbarian (in his current Milli!incarnation) who gave me the character bleed today. I was having chai latte with the Nazgul in the usual drama coffee shop, and the drama of the day was two teenagers of apparently different gender snogging and canoodling in a corner near to us. They were canoodling quite intense, and even when the Nazgul got out her shinai to fiddle with it, they didn't even notice it. What's a bamboo sword when you can poke each other strategically through your clothes? In any case, I had this Milliways security member in my head chomping at the bit to interfere, and I went 'This is not our jurisdiction' and 'We don't have a Security badge and a battle axe here!' at that headvoice over and over again, assuring him that even if the Nazgul's bamboo sword was a real katana, it's not our business what these kids do. Even if they'd taken off all their clothes and proceeded to bonk all over the coffee shop's nice big brown leather ottomans, it wouldn't have been my business...

But it was irritating, not for the nigh-bonkage as such, but for reminding that headvoice (= entity that is part of me) that it's not my business.

On my balcony, a potted lemon balm plant I bought yesterday and the clematis that has grown up from Falk's terrace since spring are silently and slowly kicking the living shit out of each other.

They are badly entangled already. Let's see what happens.


At least their leaves are so distinctly dissimilar, I can't accidentally put clematis leaves in the windowsill tea.-

The Greek guy opposite who's always watching football is being visited by a lot of other Greeks, with women and children, spilling out on the balcony, eating and drinking and all watching football together, cheering and groaning from time to time.

Must be some major Greek football event.-

Who would have thought that this sort of thing existed in 18th and 19th century Scotland? Well, one probably would, as there are always hints of some debauched places where people went to just like that and got debauched. Young men do that, mysteriously, in the novels of Jane Austen or the Brontë, but we only ever guessed at what they did.

Now we get an inkling.

And I get the feeling that there might be some merrily breeding plot bunnies in there for somebody...


Ignore the drivel about the upcoming royal wedding that the article is referring to, set as an amusing background piece. And thanks to carolinw for the link!

Guess who that is?

**giggles**

No idea? Put down your cup or glass, swallow all you've got in your mouth, then click here for answer.

Why do TSA agents iconically wear blue rubber gloves, and not some other colour(s)? Are they not aware of the unfortunate cultural implications of the 'Hands Of Blue'?



At least that's what it makes me think of. But I may be biased, as a SciFi fan and Milliwayser...

It finally got to me.

Just before I woke up, I dreamed I worked in some 'Mad Men'-like agency. Which kept haunting me by phone with trivia in 'Devil Wears Prada' style while I was going about with my mum in the rain and dark, trying to find a place to eat in, which was difficult, as they were all outside...

**shakes head at self**