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ickaimpSometimes when I look at something, it appears more fantastical than it really is. Part of it is an overactive imagination, part of it is my vision getting worse. Keeps life interesting.
So usual modus operandi is to not dismiss the first impression and wait to see if it changes into something else. So a corpse in an alleyway turns into an overflowing rubbish bag stuffed with clothing, a zombie kitten is a non-moving dead cat, a magical girl transformation key is a piece of glass, and a visor from a knight's helm is a...
No, wait. That one was real.
Yeah. Turns out it was plastic, from a children's play armour, but it's a visor from a knight's helm.
Which brings up the thought, how did it get there? If it was metal, that was. Fallen off during a battle with an elf in the crossroads? The remains of an encounter with a dragon? Fallen off the back of a motorcycle?
-So I'm telling Xan and Xan's Mom about this as we're driving through Tucson and I glance over at the car next to us. The driver, dressed in hawaiian shirt, worn straw hat, smoking a cigar, has a nose that would make Cyrano de Bergerac jealous.
Double check. Yup. Long nose.
...It's rubber. I grinned and he tipped his hat back to me with a smile.
Sometimes things really are that fantastical. ^____^
So usual modus operandi is to not dismiss the first impression and wait to see if it changes into something else. So a corpse in an alleyway turns into an overflowing rubbish bag stuffed with clothing, a zombie kitten is a non-moving dead cat, a magical girl transformation key is a piece of glass, and a visor from a knight's helm is a...
No, wait. That one was real.
Yeah. Turns out it was plastic, from a children's play armour, but it's a visor from a knight's helm.
Which brings up the thought, how did it get there? If it was metal, that was. Fallen off during a battle with an elf in the crossroads? The remains of an encounter with a dragon? Fallen off the back of a motorcycle?
-So I'm telling Xan and Xan's Mom about this as we're driving through Tucson and I glance over at the car next to us. The driver, dressed in hawaiian shirt, worn straw hat, smoking a cigar, has a nose that would make Cyrano de Bergerac jealous.
Double check. Yup. Long nose.
...It's rubber. I grinned and he tipped his hat back to me with a smile.
Sometimes things really are that fantastical. ^____^
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Date: 2008-10-03 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-03 10:57 pm (UTC)I was driving home Tuesday and there was this kid, I guess about 10 years old, riding a bike down Stella just a bit ahead of me with something black and grey fluttering all around him. I was watching traffic, so at first I just passed it off as a scarf, but my brain said "why'd he be wearing a scarf right now? It's WARM out, and that'd be a large scarf..." So I took a good look.
He was wearing wings, made out of (I'd guess) wire, black garbage-bags cut into strips, and long fluffy grey pieces of feather-boa. And he was pedaling as fast as he could, head down, and they were fluttering all OVER the place.
^_________^ It was really, really neat. I waved and grinned as I passed, and he kept pedaling like crazy.
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Date: 2008-10-04 12:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-03 11:11 pm (UTC)