Nightmare before Christmas
Dec. 25th, 2005 11:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
olorielChristmas eve ended up being very nice and cozy. However, in the night I dreamt the stupidest stuff.
I was at the Ring*con, and so were the others who usually go there. It was excellent as always, of course; but then a few friends and some random people and I had retired to one of the chill-out rooms. Some random hobbit was cleaning his artificial feet. Others were just sitting around and talking. I took photos.
Then, suddenly, new people appeared. They said they were from the ZDF (one of the major German tv stations), although apparently each of them belonged to another show, for they all named different shows they were here for. At any rate, whether they'd be allowed to interview us. "Sure," someone said, so they went to get their camera, except for one who stayed. Out of boredom, he did some (horribly wrong) karate moves. I corrected his stance and technique, and he said, indignantly, "I read two books about it!" I snorted and pointed out that you couldn't learn it from books. He left.
Shortly after, he returned and began talking. What a bunch of losers we were, and how he could be a murderer and we'd never know. At this, he raised his hand, in which he was holding several long, vicious-looking knives. I found that rather worrying, but the others seemed as yet unfazed - in fact, they weren't reacting at all.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rahja and nefantoiel were busy playing SingStar. ladyelleth was talking to the foot-scrubbing hobbit. When the crazy person pointed one of his knives at ladyelleth, however, something snapped. [I'll assume it was That Puppet of mine; ladyelleth was, after all, dressed up as Nerdanel...] I took the knife by the blade, miraculously not hurting myself in the least, wrested it from the person's hand, took it by the handle and thwapped him with it a few times. He flew. [HAH!]
He returned, though. With a pistol. The butt was blocked by a cork. He declared that it would make people think that we were being attacked by terrorists, so the event would have to be cancelled, which was really all he wanted. Then he shot randomly at the room, once. Nothing happened - except for a loud bang - as it was, apparently, only a toy pistol, but the trolling began to get on my nerves, so I asked Katha to lock the door. While she reached for the key and closed the door, I pondered, "... oh, but if they find the door locked, they might claim that one of theirs had taken us as hostages." At once, the door opened and one of theirs came in. "Of course, I'll do that now." I pushed him aside and ran past him to the support desk, where I told what had happened. The lady there only looked at me calmly and blankly, but I have no idea what happened then, because at that point I woke up.
.... WTF, subconscious?
Leaving for the big family Christmas soon. I can't find the present for my godchild - I think my mom has it at their house already, but I'm not sure, and it would be reeeeally awkward to show up without a gift for her, wouldn't it? Gnah.
Oh! But I got a scanner yesterday! Finally I don't have to abuse Jörg's camera or drive to my parents' in order to use my brother's scanner for getting pictures digitalized anymore! *happy dance* And I got Rent sheet music, and the Blackmore's Night Castles and Dreams DVD, and an invitation to the Daitokai. And four (!) CDs from Yutani, and a beautiful Chinese-style paperblank fromnefantoiel!
And finally, a funny for all of you. Well, my brother and I found it funny, at any rate. For his English seminar, he got the Nativity story in different versions of English. One of them is Jamaican Creole. Now I know that all languages are of equal value, and that there is no right or wrong as long as it's fit to communicate in. But... this. Being the official Jamaican Creole Bible version of the Nativity. Cracked me up nonetheless. Because Cultural Relativism is all nice and well, but I'm only human, and it is amusing. ...well. Read for yourself.
Dem-deh days, Augustus de h’Emperor sen out one order fi seh all de people a de Roman h’Empire haffe go get registration. A de firs registration stay so, an a when Quirinius dida govan Syria. Sake a dat, everybady hoblige fi go a dem owna districk; so Joseph leave Nazaret in Galilee go up a Judea fi register eena David town, wha dem call Betlehem, becausen seh David fambly a fi-im fambly. Mary alang wid im, im intended wife. Now she expecking baby, an while dem diddeh, ar time come; she ave one baby bway, ar fus-baan pickny. She tek de lang, saaf clothes wat use fe baby so wrap im good, an put im eena de haas-manger, sake a dem nevah ave no space eena de ouse fi dem stay.
Now, in dis same districk, some shepherd did out in de fiel de night, a watch dem sheep, when all a sudden, right front a dem one hangel fram de Lawd tannup, so full de place wid pure-pure glory. Dem ovah frighten fi true, but de hangel seh: “Noh frighten unnu-self: a good-good news me bring come gi unnu. Joy kyaan done comin fi all people. Tiday-tiday yaa, down a David town, Saviour baan fi unnu: de Lawd, Messiah. An see de sign fi unnu: unnu gwine fin de pickny wrap good in lang, saaf clothes, an lyin eena manger”. Den all a sudden hangel widout numba come outa eaven singin praise to Gawd:
“Glory to Gawd in ighes eaven,
an on heart peace fi dem what Im consider well”.
Aftah de hangel dem leave an gaan back eena eaven, de shepherd dem seh to one anedda, “Come, we mus go down a Betlehem now-now fi see dis ting wha appen, weh de Lawd mek we fi know”. Quick time dem gaan an fin Mary an Joseph; an de baby diddeh eena one manger. When dem look pon im, dem talk out heveryting dem did ear bout dis pickny; an everybady wha hear did well surprise as corden to wha de shepherd seh. But Mary she treasure all dem tings an considah dem lang time. Meanwhile de shepherd dem go back makin praise an glory to Gawd fi all wha dem did ear an see; same say dem ear it, a so it appen fi-true, fi-true.
... yeah. Peace out.
I was at the Ring*con, and so were the others who usually go there. It was excellent as always, of course; but then a few friends and some random people and I had retired to one of the chill-out rooms. Some random hobbit was cleaning his artificial feet. Others were just sitting around and talking. I took photos.
Then, suddenly, new people appeared. They said they were from the ZDF (one of the major German tv stations), although apparently each of them belonged to another show, for they all named different shows they were here for. At any rate, whether they'd be allowed to interview us. "Sure," someone said, so they went to get their camera, except for one who stayed. Out of boredom, he did some (horribly wrong) karate moves. I corrected his stance and technique, and he said, indignantly, "I read two books about it!" I snorted and pointed out that you couldn't learn it from books. He left.
Shortly after, he returned and began talking. What a bunch of losers we were, and how he could be a murderer and we'd never know. At this, he raised his hand, in which he was holding several long, vicious-looking knives. I found that rather worrying, but the others seemed as yet unfazed - in fact, they weren't reacting at all.
rahja and nefantoiel were busy playing SingStar. ladyelleth was talking to the foot-scrubbing hobbit. When the crazy person pointed one of his knives at ladyelleth, however, something snapped. [I'll assume it was That Puppet of mine; ladyelleth was, after all, dressed up as Nerdanel...] I took the knife by the blade, miraculously not hurting myself in the least, wrested it from the person's hand, took it by the handle and thwapped him with it a few times. He flew. [HAH!]He returned, though. With a pistol. The butt was blocked by a cork. He declared that it would make people think that we were being attacked by terrorists, so the event would have to be cancelled, which was really all he wanted. Then he shot randomly at the room, once. Nothing happened - except for a loud bang - as it was, apparently, only a toy pistol, but the trolling began to get on my nerves, so I asked Katha to lock the door. While she reached for the key and closed the door, I pondered, "... oh, but if they find the door locked, they might claim that one of theirs had taken us as hostages." At once, the door opened and one of theirs came in. "Of course, I'll do that now." I pushed him aside and ran past him to the support desk, where I told what had happened. The lady there only looked at me calmly and blankly, but I have no idea what happened then, because at that point I woke up.
.... WTF, subconscious?
Leaving for the big family Christmas soon. I can't find the present for my godchild - I think my mom has it at their house already, but I'm not sure, and it would be reeeeally awkward to show up without a gift for her, wouldn't it? Gnah.
Oh! But I got a scanner yesterday! Finally I don't have to abuse Jörg's camera or drive to my parents' in order to use my brother's scanner for getting pictures digitalized anymore! *happy dance* And I got Rent sheet music, and the Blackmore's Night Castles and Dreams DVD, and an invitation to the Daitokai. And four (!) CDs from Yutani, and a beautiful Chinese-style paperblank from
nefantoiel!And finally, a funny for all of you. Well, my brother and I found it funny, at any rate. For his English seminar, he got the Nativity story in different versions of English. One of them is Jamaican Creole. Now I know that all languages are of equal value, and that there is no right or wrong as long as it's fit to communicate in. But... this. Being the official Jamaican Creole Bible version of the Nativity. Cracked me up nonetheless. Because Cultural Relativism is all nice and well, but I'm only human, and it is amusing. ...well. Read for yourself.
Dem-deh days, Augustus de h’Emperor sen out one order fi seh all de people a de Roman h’Empire haffe go get registration. A de firs registration stay so, an a when Quirinius dida govan Syria. Sake a dat, everybady hoblige fi go a dem owna districk; so Joseph leave Nazaret in Galilee go up a Judea fi register eena David town, wha dem call Betlehem, becausen seh David fambly a fi-im fambly. Mary alang wid im, im intended wife. Now she expecking baby, an while dem diddeh, ar time come; she ave one baby bway, ar fus-baan pickny. She tek de lang, saaf clothes wat use fe baby so wrap im good, an put im eena de haas-manger, sake a dem nevah ave no space eena de ouse fi dem stay.
Now, in dis same districk, some shepherd did out in de fiel de night, a watch dem sheep, when all a sudden, right front a dem one hangel fram de Lawd tannup, so full de place wid pure-pure glory. Dem ovah frighten fi true, but de hangel seh: “Noh frighten unnu-self: a good-good news me bring come gi unnu. Joy kyaan done comin fi all people. Tiday-tiday yaa, down a David town, Saviour baan fi unnu: de Lawd, Messiah. An see de sign fi unnu: unnu gwine fin de pickny wrap good in lang, saaf clothes, an lyin eena manger”. Den all a sudden hangel widout numba come outa eaven singin praise to Gawd:
“Glory to Gawd in ighes eaven,
an on heart peace fi dem what Im consider well”.
Aftah de hangel dem leave an gaan back eena eaven, de shepherd dem seh to one anedda, “Come, we mus go down a Betlehem now-now fi see dis ting wha appen, weh de Lawd mek we fi know”. Quick time dem gaan an fin Mary an Joseph; an de baby diddeh eena one manger. When dem look pon im, dem talk out heveryting dem did ear bout dis pickny; an everybady wha hear did well surprise as corden to wha de shepherd seh. But Mary she treasure all dem tings an considah dem lang time. Meanwhile de shepherd dem go back makin praise an glory to Gawd fi all wha dem did ear an see; same say dem ear it, a so it appen fi-true, fi-true.
... yeah. Peace out.
