Thrice

[jack]

Yesterday was fun.

I was thrice accused of not being a cycling person and was glad I had a book. I met Amerys at science park lunch, but got there before anyone else, and lounged reading in the science park bar, and confused them by not leaving my bike outside, it having been a nice day and having strolled, reading, from work thence.

I met some tolkien people for an innmoot at the carlton, which was a bit quiet, and my had impugned my masculinity, again, and my cylingity, again (for carrying a tote bag full of Vorkosigan).

Then I stopped at Alex's on the way back, with board games with LASERs and with GRAVITY. And became embroiled in games of magic, wherein he drew large numbers of minute creatures designed to have synergistic effects, and I drew Ink-Treader Nephilim, designed to do REALLY INSANE THINGS AND PUNS, but lacking any other combo both beat the other to death with them instead.

OK, that wasn't anything to do with bikes or books. The first paragraph sounded better like that :)

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[androidkiller.livejournal.com]

And may I say you played the game very well. Damn, that card has imprinted itself on my mind now. I really aught to have been more vigilant, but I keep getting flashbacks. Maybe I was just a bit too hasty, and trampled over caution in an attempt to suspend my disbelief. I fear it's gone too far, and rather than being a flash in the pan, this situation will replicate itself over and over again.

Sorry, I couldn't help it! Once I had the idea the puns just kept coming!