April 21st, 2010

Bilbo Gandalf Ring

Welcome to Basingstoke, Virginia. Eh?

So Saturday night was the big Doctor Who premiere, of course, about which I've already enthused. Sunday morning dawned cool and bright, and as we occasionally do, laurie_robey and I went out for a walk under the oak and apple trees in our neighborhood. Just as we're crossing the street in the general direction of a nearby park, a little green car which my unobservant mind filed as a Mini Cooper [1] pulled up to us, and a slightly-befuddled fellow with a round face and a short but unruly mop of curly hair poked his head out the window. Hello, Englishman, what news from abroad?

"Excuse me," he said in his apologetic English way, "could you tell me where to find St. Timothy's Episcopal Church?"

Easiest thing in the world, old boy! "It's right there," Laurie said, pointing at the two-acre lot directly behind our house. "It's the great big field with a church in it," I added helpfully.

"Oh, right, ha-ha! Nearly there! Thanks!" And cheeks ruddy for having had to ask directions to something right in front of his face, he drove off into the park, presumably to turn around.

Laurie and I toddled on, wondering if perhaps after the dimension-hopping of Doctor Who, we'd awakened in a universe where the U.S. had stayed cozy with Britain for the past two centuries a la Canada instead spending so much time and effort un-Englishing ourselves. I pulled out a dollar bill and found no sign of the queen anywhere on it, however, so apparently it was just a coincidence.


-The Gneech

[1] But was actually a Kia, Laurie informs me.
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Writer's Block: Too scary!!

Was there something you were afraid of as a child that just seems silly to you now?

When I was a kid, I had the idea that Bigfoots (Bigfeet?) lived out in the woods around the house and would come out at night; and while they weren't necessarily hostile, they were dangerously unpredictable -- so if they saw you in the house they might attack for inexplicable reasons. (This, I believe, was inspired by an episode of In Search Of... in which random and mysterious Bigfoot attacks happened in wooded areas.) Thus, I was afraid to go anywhere near the giant plate glass windows in the kitchen or back room, because they might see me and attack.

Knowing now as an adult just how built up the area around our house actually was, the idea of Bigfoot living in our tiny little two acres of wood seems pretty darn ridiculous -- whatever your stance on the existence of Bigfoot might be.

-The Gneech