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So I got on the train in Dun Laoghaire last night, a bit later than I normally would, and this little old lady, all in black, black handbag, black hat, sits opposite me. I was reading A Clash of Kings, a big hardback book. After a few minutes glaring, she asked, in an educated, slightly English accent, "Is that a historical book, young man?".

"No, ma'am," I said, somewhat apologetically, "It's fantasy."

"Hmph. Ungodly stuff, other fantasy. Lord of the Rings is the only true fantasy."

I attract these people like a magnet.

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It's very quiet in work today - four of the people I can normally see and hear from here, out of seven, are out today - on holidays, or sick.

I'm working on a big list of stuff for metalrabbit's character, Emma, so neither of ye are to beat me with sticks, assassinate me, or anything of that sort.

It rained here today. That doesn't actually convey what happened - "rain" evokes images of separate drops, say, and something you can fend off with an umbrella. What happened here today was more oceanic. If it was travelling sideways, you'd use words like "tsunami" and "help!" and "run!" a lot.

I am suffering from an urge to italicise wildly.

Dialogue

gothwalk: I'll have you know Quantum Particle Sloths are perfectly respectable phenomena.

penguinboi: I meant to ask you about that. What in fnord are they?

gothwalk: Well. You know quantum particles, right? They might or might be there, cos of quantum. Now, particles are like bees, or possibly pollen, which is obviously related to bees cos of the whole flowers thing. They buzz all over the place, sometimes in random directions, dance, build hexagonal atomic structures like carbon rings, and so on. Some of them are strange, and many of them have charm, cos everyone likes flowers (and honey). However, bees need beekeepers. And particles need particle keepers. But you have to be very very patient to see a quantum particle. And what's more patient than a sloth? (Well, actually, spiders are more patient, but spiders are weird, and they never sign the employment contracts). So there are Quantum Particle Sloths to take care of the quantum particles.

Geeeeek

Somewhere along the line, I evidently turned into a geek. From a conversation with a co-worker here:

gothwalk: ... and I got to use a closing image tag. How cool is that?