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Aug. 12th, 2009 11:55 amWe just got back from a cruise. Boarded in Seattle, went to Alaska, fortunately did not hear anything from their previous governor. I bought a tiny human skull carved from caribou bone! It's so awesome. Putting it on any surface instantly changes the ambiance. I never got the appeal of skulls as decorative objects before I saw it.
In Seattle we saw the Space Needle, which left little impression on me beyond that it was crowded that day and ferociously hot. I'd have preferred less staring out of the big windows and more looking at the thing's history, or possibly grilling this one guy about where he got this awesome shirt. It was black with a scene, picked out in metallic, of X-Wings and TIEs around the Second Death Star.
I'd have liked to go to the Sci-Fi Museum after that, but by that point everyone was flagging after the four-hour plane ride and yonks of waiting, so we found a Thai restaurant. As it turns out, Thai food? Very, very good. Especially when you're that hungry. Also as it turns out: I can now use chopsticks with decent skill, and I like using them. There's a bit of smugness to being able to do that. Anyway, after eating, all of our spirits were higher, but we were also sleepy, so I never got to see the Museum. I'm apparently the only one in my extended family who likes non-art museums at all, alas.
The cruise itself was good. I never did eat the Alaska salmon or the free ice cream, to my lasting regret. But I did eat just about anything else, including the sometimes-mediocre sushi. Eel eggs are not good food. Chicken sandwiches, on the other hand, are. These people, in cooking, will not use water when milk would do, and if milk will do then cream will do better, and they add butter or lard at every chance, so it was very rich. Enough so that I often felt sick, actually. And people thought that I was a boy! Twice! ...That wasn't bad so much as weird. Heh.
I did have some strange dreams, only one of which I still remember. There was some kind of massive crossover of various video game characters, all with some goal in mind, put into small teams. Some of them were angry about seeing characters from their own continuity, saying that it would mess up the timestream. At some point the three characters in one team I was following - the Scout and the Spy from Team Fortress 2, and one other who died early - were in a city when Godzilla attacked. And it was movie Godzilla, with the rubber suit, but it was still giant and roaring and stuff. I think it was defeated through music somehow. At the end, the Scout and the Spy boarded a wagon and left. While groping each other and having very innuendo-laced dialogue. This is the first time anything like people falling in love/lust has happened in my dreams.
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In Seattle we saw the Space Needle, which left little impression on me beyond that it was crowded that day and ferociously hot. I'd have preferred less staring out of the big windows and more looking at the thing's history, or possibly grilling this one guy about where he got this awesome shirt. It was black with a scene, picked out in metallic, of X-Wings and TIEs around the Second Death Star.
I'd have liked to go to the Sci-Fi Museum after that, but by that point everyone was flagging after the four-hour plane ride and yonks of waiting, so we found a Thai restaurant. As it turns out, Thai food? Very, very good. Especially when you're that hungry. Also as it turns out: I can now use chopsticks with decent skill, and I like using them. There's a bit of smugness to being able to do that. Anyway, after eating, all of our spirits were higher, but we were also sleepy, so I never got to see the Museum. I'm apparently the only one in my extended family who likes non-art museums at all, alas.
The cruise itself was good. I never did eat the Alaska salmon or the free ice cream, to my lasting regret. But I did eat just about anything else, including the sometimes-mediocre sushi. Eel eggs are not good food. Chicken sandwiches, on the other hand, are. These people, in cooking, will not use water when milk would do, and if milk will do then cream will do better, and they add butter or lard at every chance, so it was very rich. Enough so that I often felt sick, actually. And people thought that I was a boy! Twice! ...That wasn't bad so much as weird. Heh.
I did have some strange dreams, only one of which I still remember. There was some kind of massive crossover of various video game characters, all with some goal in mind, put into small teams. Some of them were angry about seeing characters from their own continuity, saying that it would mess up the timestream. At some point the three characters in one team I was following - the Scout and the Spy from Team Fortress 2, and one other who died early - were in a city when Godzilla attacked. And it was movie Godzilla, with the rubber suit, but it was still giant and roaring and stuff. I think it was defeated through music somehow. At the end, the Scout and the Spy boarded a wagon and left. While groping each other and having very innuendo-laced dialogue. This is the first time anything like people falling in love/lust has happened in my dreams.
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