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Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 I’m not much of a holiday-guy. I think I relax so much at weekends (depsite all the efforts of my parents) I don’t feel I have to get out for a while.
Still, last year I went to Sweden for a week, next year I’ll go to the UK with Judit. This year I’ll spend four days at Lake Balaton, at Béla’s summer resort. (Well his family’s at least…) So, I’ll plug off tomorrow, and won’t get back until Sunday night.
Thursday, August 14th, 2008
 Eldar Army |
The Eldar Army boxed set is the perfect way to either add to start a new army or to add to an existing one. This boxed set contains: 1 Wraithlord, 1 Falcon Grav Tank, 10 Dire Avengers (including Exarch), 4 Eldar Jetbikes, 1 Vyper, 20 Guardians and 2 Grav Platforms. | |
| JoNaKo | Games Workshop | |
 Eldar Battleforce |
The Eldar Battleforce is perfect for starting a new Eldar army or to expand an existing army. The box contains: 8 Eldar Guardians, 5 Dire Avengers, 1 Wave Serpent, 1 War Walker and a Guardian Heavy Weapons Platform with two crew. | |
| JoNaKo | Games Workshop | |
Now I just need the money to buy one of each box. Well, my birthday is near, so… nah, that’s too pathetic.
Thursday, August 14th, 2008 “So when I heard that my work, Lush Cosmetics, was launching a new bath bomb called “Stardust” around the time Neil’s newest book, The Graveyard Book, would be released, I decided it was time to have a Neil Gaiman giveaway. This time, we will have multiple winners in a random drawing. Each winner will get to pick one item from a selection of Neil Gaiman-themed prizes…”
Check it out, it’s open for international contestants.
Wednesday, August 6th, 2008 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIu4fP4fOHE…
Kurt Sacket: I am honoured by your visit. Let me show you our assembly line. First, sheets of sheer synthetic sheepskin are slit into several Kicky-Sack shoe shapes in shapely shoe sizes by six sitting sheet slitters.
Brain: I only see five sitting sheet slitters.
KS: The sixth sitting sheet slitter’s sick. His son Sammy’s subbing ’til the sick sixth sitting sheet slitter’s back, sitting pretty.
Pinky: You’re not the sheet slitter?
Sammy: No, I’m the sheet slitter’s son.
P: Well…. You keep on slitting sheets until the sheet slitter comes. Haheheheh! Whooohaaah.
KS: The Shoe Shaper then shapes the slit synthetic sheepskin sheets, and shoots out shoes through the chute.
KS: Now, this is Mr. Plunkett, the new khaki sock plucker. (I had to fire our previous sock plucker. He had a bit of an attitude.)
B: So, you sacked the cocky khaki Kicky-Sack sock plucker?
KS: The second cocky khaki Kicky-Sack sock plucker I sacked since the sixth sitting sheet slitter got sick.
KS: Whoops! Don’t worry; just an electrical problem. One of the Kicky-Sack sack pickers will have to flick the plug.
P: Not the khaki sock plucker?
KS: Oh, my, no! The Kicky-Sack sack pickers flick the plug. The khaki sock plucker can’t reach the socket over the latex child perambulator fenders we use to line the treadmill.
B: It might make more sense to have the sixth sitting sheet slitter’s son flick the plug, if the sack pickers and the sock pluckers are behind the rubber baby buggy bumpers.
KS: I never thought of that!
B: Now, Pinky, here is the plan. Remember, every step must be performed with precision! You must slit the sixth sick sheet slitter’s son’s sheet, secure it next to the toy boat from the Hackensack Socko Kicky-Sack Sack Kickers’ picnic in Secaucus, stretch it past the sack pickers’ station and the sock plucker’s chute, and pick a sack, pluck a sock, and flick the plug, so I can put the pea in the plucked sock with the picked sack for ballast and bounce it off the rubber baby buggy bumper, into the Parker Packard purple pewter pressure pump. Is that understood?
Sunday, August 3rd, 2008 Sometimes when you experience something, and others ask you to describe it, you can’t. Instead, you start talking about something small you glimpsed at meanwhile, and the others just smile and nod. Like, when you climb a mountain, defy all dangers and embrace all freedom and pleasure, but all you can talk about is a small bird you saw singng on a perched tree.
If I had to talk about this weekend, with all the fun and talking we had, the gardening I watched Judit to do (I offered my help, but she wanted to do it herself), I would talk about the girl I saw on the bus back home.
She was sitting on the back seat, her feet on the windowsill, her knees up at her chin. She borrowed my pen to scribble something, and thanked with a warm smile. When I started eating the delicious sandwich Judit made for me, she smiled and told me to enjoy. She was looking at the distance, or into the distance, and seemed either singing, or talking to someone only she knew of, almost wordless. I wasn’t eavesdropping, and I could only catch a sound or two. I wasn’t spying or staring, it’s just I usually travel sitting on a backwards seat, and mine was in front of hers. And, of course, it was a pleasure to see her.
She took off at Piliscsaba. She said a hearty “hi” to me when she walked to the bus doors. While she was waiting at the door for the bus to stop, she peeked back on me. While she walked by the window, she looked at me, and we both smiled and waved at each other.
While she was still on the bus, I turned my music player on for a bit. I was listening to Santana’s Europa, and it was totally her.
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