Ei. Wa. Chi. Continued from yesterday

.....which does not mean I do not wish A Certain Person would stop stomping gleefully up and down upon the pulped flesh of what was once a horse. We know His opinion. It is not necessary to repeat it nineteen times.

In semi-related news, I spent an inordinate amount of time last night on a PM conversation with The Bushi From Mutsu. He says he was trying to inflitrate Scapa Flow in a Type VII uboat when he saw I was online and just had to ping me (pun intended). Somehow we ended up playing "Hey, I can see my house from here" with Google's satellite mapping site. No wonder he's always buried under snow - he's practically on the shore of Lake Ontario. I told him I was going to try to do Pennsic this year. He told me that he and his lady might be taking a break. I was good. I told him they should do whatever they need to do - which does not mean I would not be very disappointed to miss the opportunity to meet them.

Ei. Wa. Chi. DAMMIT

He's up to twenty one posts. He desperately needs to get a life.

And somebody actually posted the phrase  "harshs my medieval Western European groove."
Like wow, man. Dig your cotehardie, man, it's like, wow, man. (OK, I grew up back east. It still weirds me out when people actually talk like this...)

And the poor newbie who posted in the first place has been woefully silent. If That Person has scared him off, it's a damned shame.

Silly

Oliver Herford. 1863–

29. Japanesque

OH, where the white quince blossom swings
I love to take my Japan ease!
I love the maid Anise who clings
So lightly on my Japan knees;
I love the little song she sings,	5
The little love-song Japanese.
I almost love the lute's tink-tunkle
Played by that charming Jap Anise—
For am I not her old Jap uncle?
And is she not my Japan niece?