Year In Pictures: 2010/09/10 - Meow
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plonqBelladonna is not the most cooperative subject, but like most uncooperative subjects if you snap enough consecutive pictures eventually you will get a passable one. She can be a very photogenic cat in spite of herself.
I encountered some insane on my way home from my dental cleaning this afternoon. I was angling across the parking lot behind our building when I heard (and then finally saw) a rather sketchy character walking east on Ellice in what was more-or-less an intercept path for where I was heading. At first I thought he was yelling incoherently at the other pedestrians, but it soon became obvious that he was having an animated conversation with himself, which involved a lot of arm-waving, and the occasional incoherent yell. "Tourette," I thought, "probably harmless."
He got to the corner ahead of me and (unsurprisingly) ignored the light and wandered across the street against the flow of traffic. I calmly waited for the light to change before I started walking, and proceeded slowly when I did. It was my intent to keep the crazy in front of me where I could keep an eye on it. It seemed to be an effective strategy until we got to the Ethiopian restaurant, where he suddenly stopped and began inspecting his reflection in the front window. He began touching his hair as if he had just discovered its existence. When it was obvious that I was either going to have to stop as well and wait for him to proceed, or risk walking past his radiance of insanity, I decided to pick up the pace and skirted past him. Just as I was passing, he turned around and pointed at me.
"I have more hair than you!" he said in a tone that sounded more like he was responding to an accusation than making a declaration. He stared intently at/through me with creepy Marty Feldman eyes.
"You sure do," I agreed amicably.
"I'm a god!" he said emphatically, patting his hair again. He took up stride beside me.
"Oh?" I said, hoping that I sounded more intrigued than dubious.
"Tell everybody that you've met a god!" he commanded.
"I'll get the word out," I said.
"You do that," he said. "You tell them that you met a god." He paused, and then with more emphasis he added, "A god king! GRAAAAAAWR!"
Yes, he actually went "GRAAAAAAWR!"
Then he turned abruptly and marched out into traffic looking neither left nor right. He managed to miraculously cross the street without an incident, so maybe he wasn't pulling my leg after all.
Anyway, I'm a man of my word and I told him that I would get the word out, so here I am spreading the word.
Hey, it's not every day you meet a god king.
I encountered some insane on my way home from my dental cleaning this afternoon. I was angling across the parking lot behind our building when I heard (and then finally saw) a rather sketchy character walking east on Ellice in what was more-or-less an intercept path for where I was heading. At first I thought he was yelling incoherently at the other pedestrians, but it soon became obvious that he was having an animated conversation with himself, which involved a lot of arm-waving, and the occasional incoherent yell. "Tourette," I thought, "probably harmless."
He got to the corner ahead of me and (unsurprisingly) ignored the light and wandered across the street against the flow of traffic. I calmly waited for the light to change before I started walking, and proceeded slowly when I did. It was my intent to keep the crazy in front of me where I could keep an eye on it. It seemed to be an effective strategy until we got to the Ethiopian restaurant, where he suddenly stopped and began inspecting his reflection in the front window. He began touching his hair as if he had just discovered its existence. When it was obvious that I was either going to have to stop as well and wait for him to proceed, or risk walking past his radiance of insanity, I decided to pick up the pace and skirted past him. Just as I was passing, he turned around and pointed at me.
"I have more hair than you!" he said in a tone that sounded more like he was responding to an accusation than making a declaration. He stared intently at/through me with creepy Marty Feldman eyes.
"You sure do," I agreed amicably.
"I'm a god!" he said emphatically, patting his hair again. He took up stride beside me.
"Oh?" I said, hoping that I sounded more intrigued than dubious.
"Tell everybody that you've met a god!" he commanded.
"I'll get the word out," I said.
"You do that," he said. "You tell them that you met a god." He paused, and then with more emphasis he added, "A god king! GRAAAAAAWR!"
Yes, he actually went "GRAAAAAAWR!"
Then he turned abruptly and marched out into traffic looking neither left nor right. He managed to miraculously cross the street without an incident, so maybe he wasn't pulling my leg after all.
Anyway, I'm a man of my word and I told him that I would get the word out, so here I am spreading the word.
Hey, it's not every day you meet a god king.
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Date: 2010-09-11 11:56 am (UTC)Also, ky000te Bella is ky000te! Look at those eyes! ^_^
My grandfather had a cat of her colour, Tinkerbell was her name and she always hid from me. I rarely got to see her...
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Date: 2010-09-11 12:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-11 02:11 pm (UTC)I also admire your coolness in extremely disconcerting situations.
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Date: 2010-09-11 08:24 pm (UTC)