G'day
So anyway, we are heading for Memphis in August. Now all I have to do is find a job and actually graduate...
Anyway, I don't really have much to report- I'm 25 now...I appreciate everyone who dropped by and/or wished me a happy one. Julie and I are heading to the north country tommorow for the long weekend, and we both are looking forward to the im we will spend there.
Something odd happened yesterday. I was standing out in the front of my place, when I just happened to glance down to the ground between my patio and the bushes. There was a hatchet lying there...I stood there and pondered the situation, running through the possible scenarios that might be in play. After talking to myself about it for a minute or so, I looked to my left and my stomach dropped. There was a cat perched on the far side of the building...staring at me. Now, I'm not a cat person... I don't understand them, and I have no experience with them. I'm also kind of freaked out by cats- partly because I am unfamiliar with them, but also because I'm delusional. I remember a dream I once had...most of it is insignificant, up to the point where a group of people and I were walking down the street at night. I glanced to my left and saw a purple cat. I mean, clearly it was a witch right? We tried to run, but it was able to keep me from moving...just with its eyes...
So that is where I am coming from. So there I was-just found a hatchet (most likely cursed) and there was a cat just watching me...like it wanted to see what I would do. I asked the cat- "Am I right to be freaked out by you?" The cat yawned as if it was bored with the question, turned and left.
I have since done my best with the hatchet. I cleaned it...oiled it...repaired the handle, and upgraded the grip. I wanted to keep it outside hidden in the bushes...much easier than running inside my door to grab my machete. But then Julie said that if I did that she'd always be freaked out when she was home alone because she would be paranoid about the hatchet-weilding maniac coming back and using it to...you know...get her. After reading all I have written above, is it any surprise I saw her point?
Anyway, I don't really have much to report- I'm 25 now...I appreciate everyone who dropped by and/or wished me a happy one. Julie and I are heading to the north country tommorow for the long weekend, and we both are looking forward to the im we will spend there.
Something odd happened yesterday. I was standing out in the front of my place, when I just happened to glance down to the ground between my patio and the bushes. There was a hatchet lying there...I stood there and pondered the situation, running through the possible scenarios that might be in play. After talking to myself about it for a minute or so, I looked to my left and my stomach dropped. There was a cat perched on the far side of the building...staring at me. Now, I'm not a cat person... I don't understand them, and I have no experience with them. I'm also kind of freaked out by cats- partly because I am unfamiliar with them, but also because I'm delusional. I remember a dream I once had...most of it is insignificant, up to the point where a group of people and I were walking down the street at night. I glanced to my left and saw a purple cat. I mean, clearly it was a witch right? We tried to run, but it was able to keep me from moving...just with its eyes...
So that is where I am coming from. So there I was-just found a hatchet (most likely cursed) and there was a cat just watching me...like it wanted to see what I would do. I asked the cat- "Am I right to be freaked out by you?" The cat yawned as if it was bored with the question, turned and left.
I have since done my best with the hatchet. I cleaned it...oiled it...repaired the handle, and upgraded the grip. I wanted to keep it outside hidden in the bushes...much easier than running inside my door to grab my machete. But then Julie said that if I did that she'd always be freaked out when she was home alone because she would be paranoid about the hatchet-weilding maniac coming back and using it to...you know...get her. After reading all I have written above, is it any surprise I saw her point?
posted by BigX at 10:53 AM
2 Comments:
sup man
kudos on the caution - and i must ask, does the extra grip improve dexterity, accuracy, or both?
luckily, i have not had to share in your encounters with ominous beasts since i stopped walking the path with all the black squirrels, tho i did happen to view a black cow with a white, almost perfectly cylindrical, stripe across its midsection - it looked freaky till i was told its name - the 'oreo' cow. then it just became a joke played by genetic engineering. ah, the power of man
-dude
The extra grip is mainly for the purpose of preventing the hatchet to slip ut of your hand. I don't know if something like "grip" should be considered a stat in and of itself, but I suppose it could be if you were to be really analytic about various attributes. But really the purpose of the whole ceremony of cleaning and repairing it was an attempt to undo some of the evil that I believed to be connected to it. By performing my own ritual, I was able to alter the amount of any previous evil it had been involved with. It's simple occultist stuff man.
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