Oh my mythical divinities: the Pobble was actually a Chinese Imperial Dragon! This explains *so much*.

(I have, somewhere in my closet, several pages of Mary-Sue Pobble fanfic that I wrote in high school. With, of course, cameos by the Dong and the Jumblies and the Yonghy-bongy-bo and the Quangle-Wangle and a few others. But the Pobble's toes were the point of it all. Unfortunately, it was written in Shavian [not to be confused with Shaverian, of course,] so I haven't read it over since. [Like Tengwar and Runic, even at my best I could write Shavian but not read it.])

Um. So, yes, we've been home again since Sunday Night, and no, I have not spent all the intervening time doing research for fanfic about Lord Yu. Haven't.

(And despite the fact that stellar_dust wasn't quite l33t enough to get excited about the Pobble revelation, I'm still amused that she came down and saw me sitting by my computer with Dad's much-annotated copy of the Tao te Ching, "The Tao of Physics", "The Way of Zen", and "The Living Thoughts of Confucius", and immediately said, "Have fun writing your fanfic, then!" Of course it helped that we watched Stargate Monday together last night, with bonus Slaveboy!Daniel. And that I had borrowed Mom's copy of the Book of Mormon last night, for BSG background reading.)

Right. Beach trip. Didn't take many pictures, and they're mostly not very vacation-y, but they're up. The folks we were with considered themselves locals, which made me feel self-conscious about doing the tourist-with-camera thing. Which is kind of good, because it made me tamp the memories down more firmly in other ways. It seems like the more pictures I take, the less I feel the need to internalize the trip otherwise, so for the last few trips I have an (unfinished) photoblog and not much else. For this I wrote one good long journal entry and made an ... artwork ... about the experience (which Brother Dan insisted on showing off to *everybody* in the vicinity, including random passers-by, which, yeah. Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't be nice to get more involved in consensus reality, but then again, there's lots more sweetness and fun over on this side of the weirdness barrier, if one is willing to do the extra work. Anyway, the "art" got left at the beach house, but is supposedly being mailed here, so maybe I'll show it to ya'll later if you're good.) It would have been nice, though, if I'd gotten a few pictures of the people we were there with, since we don't seem them but hardly ever anymore.

(And yes, photos from the last couple trips are still maybe going to go up sometime. Maybe I'll get Katy to put in some Buffy and work on that 'till we have to head to church.)