CrazyLittleThingCalledLifeYou are on the archive wiki. The new wiki is here. The world is a very strange place, full of stange co-incidences and odd happenings. Afterall, a rain of fish can happen! However, while there has been a derth of sardine'esque mana in my back yard, I have experienced a few quirks in the last couple of days. On Saturday I went out to Guildford with Ryan (of Outer Limits fame) to watch Star Wars with Porky (of Magic fame), Kath and Anton. What I'll say about the movie is that it was entirely as bad as expected, yet surprisingly more enjoyable than expected - unlike the prior two I am willing to inflict this on any succesive generations of Sauls that there may be. Of course, that is after they've watch Episodes IV, V & VI, after all: "Luke, I am your father" - need I say more? After the cinema we went to the Ocean Ranch Bar and Grill (or something like that) next door for a drink. I was down with my second cold of the last month (mutter, mutter, growl) and so quietly sipping my glass of OJ, looking around, crowd-watching like I usually do. I had a truncated view of the bar staff through the hordes eager for cheap cocktails but I gradually realised someone back there seemed strangely familiar. After a certain amount of staring it dawned on me that if you stuck a pair of sunglasses on the one lad and lightenend his hair just a shade he'd be my brother's doppleganger. Okay, that and you might have to age him a couple of years too. But it was deeply uncanny. Same nose, lips, jaw, head-shape, skin tone, build, hair style - everything, even the same loose jaw thing Gareth does when he's concentrating. It was just the eyes that were wrong - which in it's own way was equally upsetting to my drug addled mind (Ephedrine Hydrocloride compounds are your friends when you don't want to spend two and a half hours sniffing in the cinema - even if there's going to be a loud enough 'epic' soundtrack to drown you out) since it was Gareth but wrong. Wrong! The next oddity is a little less weird and a little more random. A month or so ago I was on my way back from the Docklands and while waiting for a tube in Canada Water I spotted two lads talking animatedly - Geeks! In fact, if I were the gambling sort I'd have put money on Gamer Geeks - so in an effort to win my own bet for myself and assuage my curiosity as to what these two were frothing on about I made certain that I got on the same tube as them and sat a couple of seats down, MP3? player on silent and pretended to read my book. Well, I was bang on the money. Horrifyingly so - to the point that this is a tale that for the last little while I've been using to point out that there are well and truely levels of nerd/geekdom and just because you role-play doesn't mean that your have not connection to reality, but that at the same time, those slightly scary stereotype's that geek media often pokes fun at really do exist. These boys were in paroxyms of giggles over "different ways to use unlimited shape shifting to kill people" - they weren't being very original or imaginative but still managed to convey the impression that these were the most hysterical idea's they'd ever encountered. I was at a loss to decide whether they were truly just that tragic, if it was that role-playing magic mix of sleep loss, caffiene and too much sugar (although 11pm on a Saturday night doesn't imply sleep loss to me) or if they were just plain stoned. Eitherway, I managed to contain my personal giggles at this scene till I got of the train at London Bridge, after which I think I left the janitor rather confused as to why I was grinning like an idiot while racing through the station's corridors. Today I saw geek boy No. 1 again. In fact, he lives about 700m from my office - along my route to the local post office. In fact it isn't the first time I've seen him come out his house, it's just last time he wasn't dressed exactly the same as he'd been on that night home from Canada Water. He wandered into the Post Office (which doubles as a cafe) ahead of me and I was almost tempted to give him the weird out of his life by wandering up to him and spouting something like "DnD? is the work of the Devil, repent now and save your soul!" and then wandering off again. But I didn't. Maybe next time. ;-) Comment: But DnD? IS the work of the Devil... (by OOPMan on 2005-05-24 08:16:57)...a Devil who wishes to become the God Of Munchkinness :-) Comment: DarthSide? (by ElfBoy? on 2005-05-25 10:13:16)While we're discussing Star Wars I'll take the opportunity to further pimp DarthSide. |