Dream Diary

I dreamt that I was on an airplane, flying somewhere (as you might expect). We were told that there would be sushi for dinner, because that was the only food they'd remembered to bring. After a while, somebody brought me a large number of small paper bags, which I thought would contain the various pieces of fish and other things to go with the rice. This turned out not to be the case; the paper bags turned out to contain small pieces of the menu, and we were only allowed to order something if we had a corresponding menu piece.

All of my pieces contained the same drawing of a small octopus, and when I tried to trade them with the people sitting next to me I found out there was no wasabi on the plane. After hearing this, I said "what's the use?" and woke up.

New Rules in the Juke Joint

It Is Time We Faced Up To The Future

The blog has now been upgraded to New Blogger. I don't know whether any of you have omitted it (Kusch and Light, I am looking in your direction), but upgrading your Blogger account seems necessary to write, now, because Blogger has attained level 50 and evolved into Future Blogger. Well, bully for it, I say!
It puts us that much closer to Catching Them All.

More Stories about Elephants and Tea

It is said that the fourth Emperor of Dawn, having ascended to the throne under somewhat mysterious circumstances, attempted to strengthen his position by always acting in a way that befitted an emperor. He not only tried to emulate his thre predecessors by sending his opponents into exile (sometimes after cutting off their noses, but according to court rumours he could not stand the sight of blood and consequently let most of the thus sentenced keep their noses as long as they promised to wear the traditional mask of the de-nasiated), but also took up some of the customs af the Philosopher Kings who preceded them. One such custom, which is believed to have contributed to his downfall, was the awarding of prestigious court titles to friends, relatives and supporters.

He lost the support of the troops when he failed to give the position of Prime Minister to his senoir general, instead giving it first to Nyaga Shingu, the famous white elephant, and, after the unfortunate death of the animal, to his favourite teapot.

Links and sundry

This would be a good time to read Return of the Mad Bun, seeing how it just ended. There’s a Narrator, you see. May contain trace amounts of another comic in the middle of the archives, but you should be able to figure it out.

Also: SPQR Blues. So far, there are friends and Romans in it, and it wouldn’t surprise me if there was a countryman hidden somewhere too.

Also also: the new version of Blogger looks considerably less like it had its last useful feature added in 2002, so it might be worth switching at some point. If somebody doesn’t have a google account, which seems to be required, I’m sure that can be dealt with.

It would also be nice if we could break the two posts per month pattern by – dare I suggest it? – posting three times this month.