SOMETHING LIKE A DROID

There are times when I rather wish we had tunnels here where dwarves mined mithril. With entrances on Nob Hill. We could do with a good balrog now and then. I have this fantasy that the hippie android apparition bicycling up hill encountered one such just as she crossed the intersection. Underneath that unique space age garb she has meaningful tattoos.
I would rather not have known that.

Sometimes people have lightsabers at home.
You know that by their looks.
And they're spiritual.

All of that too needs to encounter a balrog.

Dicordant nuts, meet discordant notes.

"They have taken the bridge and the Second Hall. We have barred the gates but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes; drums, drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A Shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out. They are coming."

Best part of the book. Preceded by dullness, followed by interminable waffle.
I gave up part of the way through. I loathe disorganized religions.

Lunch today was excellent. Red fermented tofu pig knuckles gravy rice (南乳豬手飯 'naam yü jü sau faan'). Epic. One elderly uncle, two aunties, as the only other customers. Comfort food with no tourists.

Smoked my pipe down hill in an alleyway. Virginia flake.
A few bums, and a flock of pigeons. Peace.
Warmish weather, not hot.



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