Ciaphas Cain
Lately as part of the whole Warhammer frenzy I've been going through, I've been reading throught some 40K and I have definately found another author to add to my list of priorities. Sandy Mitchell's Ciaphas Cain has become one of my new heroes.
A selfish, cynical commissar in service of his emperor that somehow always manages to turn the tides of war in his favor. His aide, Jurgen is also another really well thought out character, a psychic 'blank' with body odour that could match an orks.
Here is a comic rendition of the one and only,...
The Flyman Cometh
Has there been a time when something so weird happens to you which makes you wonder whether it was a sign or something greater?
I got a fly in my drink today,... no ordinary fly, but a big fat one that flew into my cup and drowned in my sweet iced chrysanthemum tea. I wasn't even half done yet and this arrogant little bug decides to kamikaze and end his life in a sweet suicide. I was soooo miffed.
But being one to always look on the bright side, I then ordered an iced chinese tea thinking it would be a cleansing change instead. Too much sugar lately, my urine can probably be classified as some form of sucrose.
Imagine how I felt when another fly flew straight in my cup!
OMG. It was another suicide bug, probably an accomplice of the first and equally stupid. I might even say the 2nd fly was even more stupider (if there is such a word) because he fly into my cup and got stuck on a piece of ice. This guy froze to death. The first fly was still wallowing in sweet juices but this second one was a mystery.
I'm guessing it was one of those love stories where the husband finds his wife dead in a cup of chrysanthemum and decides he can't live another moment without her. Two flies in two cups in one day!...
DAMNIT! Is something out there trying to tell me something? It could be one of the following ;
- I'm about to be showered with extreme luck.
- I'm about to be showered with extremely bad luck.
- The place I ate in is really dirty.
- I am a fly magnet.
Whatever it is, I am now on my guard for the rest of the night. They could be watching....
Goblin paint quickie.
Bloodsuckers!
Few nights ago, an intruder entered our apartment and caused quite a ruckus.
We found a small lump in the toilet and upon closer inspection, we realized that it was indeed a little brown bat. Assuming it was dead, my housemate approached it in order to snap a picture on his cellphone. When the little brown bat suddenly sprang up and started flying around, you can imagine the chaos that ensued.
Yelling and waving brooms, we managed to trap the bat in a laundry basket and released the thing in the corridors. It reluctantly flew off and attached itself to someone else's window, waiting for a chance to slip in. Running back to the confines of our unit, we locked the doors and shut all windows.
Our brush with the prince of darkness was quite enough excitement for one night.
