Return to Holy Trinity
Sep. 5th, 2005 01:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugeeContinued from my previous post: I had to get a towel because I started drooling over those pics I posted...
We managed to get to Mass at Holy Trinity today: The people of real-world version of Sankt Maria Magdalena's may be finally getting the word across. The heads of the group trying to keep the church open were recently able to speak with Bishop Mallegant's real world counterpart, Archbishop He Who Must Not Be Named in Front of the Matrix Refugee. And he *listened* to them this time. The last time they tried to speak with him, *he* did all the talking and wouldn't let us folks get a word in edgewise. Also, the Vatican may be taking punative action against Archbishop He Who Must Not Be Named: they've found that he handled the reconfiguration to be completely unethical (eg. Police arresting people holding vigils inside churches, closing dates getting moved up, with or without warning, etc.). Stay tuned...
I ended up chatting with a few folks I hadn't seen in a while, so unfortunatly, I missed seeing an incident in the parking lot, involving a pigeon and a plastic bag. Apparantly, one of the pigeons that make their home on the roof of Holy Trinity had gotten the handle of a plastic bag caught around his neck. He kept running around, trying to shake it off, and he tried flying to escape from it, but the bag acted like a parachute and it kept pulling him down. My dad and one of the older kids who come to Mass at HT tried cornering him, but he kept running under cars to get away from this strange predator. My mother managed to coax the bird out from under one car, whereupon the kid put his foot on the bag, and my dad got ahold of the pigeon and pulled the bag off the bird. The pigeon was fine and flew right away. I suspect that's the last time he tries fishing for treats in a tempting plastic bag, though.
And it was one year ago that I went to WorldCon with Mark... My, how the year flew by.... Read here for the whole story: http://www.livejournal.com/users/matrixrefugee/30252.html One year ago, I was at the Academy Awards of sci-fi... One year ago I started my admiration for Neil Gaiman... I think the next U.S. WorldCon is supposed to be in Columbus, Ohio, in 2007. Maybe I'll make it! I didn't go this year, since they're holding it in Glasgow, Scotland, which is too far for me, at this point; and next year it's is in Tokoyo, Japan: definately too far, and I don't speak Japanese.
Last, and probably least, the joys of watching DVDs with a soulbond, in this case Ref looking over my shoulder as I watch the behind-the-scenes documentaries on "The Matrix: Revolutions": No, the text for this tag is not some random gibberish: It's one of the techniques Dane Davis, the sound-effects guy, used to great some of the gunshot sounds. I love technical stuff, but the kind of stuff they do to create sound effects really catches my attention. That, and he comes up with clever ways to make wierd sounds.
Remember that for my "outsourced" bonds (ie, ones who came from other universes not of my own invention/discovery), watching the movie that alerted my attention to their stories and entities is like watching a docu-drama. I could write a whole long essay on how they react.
Ref, on Squiddies/Sentinals: "I'm still scared of them. It's that whining, metallic whooshing sound when they're flying: I'm used to *them* now, since we're at peace and we're working together to try and make the Desert of the Real habitable for humans again. And Armand has been visiting me in the Real, with his code uploaded into a Squiddie, but I *still* can't get used to the noise. I guess it's a fear reaction I'll have to outgrow."
Me: "Do they sound like the Squids in the movies?"
Ref: "Oh, yes... Dane Davis got *that* right." ::shivers a little::
Ref, on Club Hel and its wierdos: "Gahh... That's stuff I'd rather not remember."
Me: "Don't tell me your fella dragged you there."
Ref: "Twice. Once during the day when there was this big meeting of the heads of the Exile factions, which wasn't so bad, even though I realized I was the only real human in the room; and once at night about a week ago, when the joint was open for business. And even though I was with *him*, there were this lesbian couple that kept trying to hit on me. They were really creepy about it, too." ::Shudders::
Me: "That must have made the Merv thrilled..." ::sarcasm::
Ref: "Let's say that couple won't be going back to Club Hel. Ever." ::Another shudder:: "Neither will I."
Ref, on Don Davis's music: ::Speechless, impressed::
Me: ::Singing along with the choir in "Neodammerung"::
We managed to get to Mass at Holy Trinity today: The people of real-world version of Sankt Maria Magdalena's may be finally getting the word across. The heads of the group trying to keep the church open were recently able to speak with Bishop Mallegant's real world counterpart, Archbishop He Who Must Not Be Named in Front of the Matrix Refugee. And he *listened* to them this time. The last time they tried to speak with him, *he* did all the talking and wouldn't let us folks get a word in edgewise. Also, the Vatican may be taking punative action against Archbishop He Who Must Not Be Named: they've found that he handled the reconfiguration to be completely unethical (eg. Police arresting people holding vigils inside churches, closing dates getting moved up, with or without warning, etc.). Stay tuned...
I ended up chatting with a few folks I hadn't seen in a while, so unfortunatly, I missed seeing an incident in the parking lot, involving a pigeon and a plastic bag. Apparantly, one of the pigeons that make their home on the roof of Holy Trinity had gotten the handle of a plastic bag caught around his neck. He kept running around, trying to shake it off, and he tried flying to escape from it, but the bag acted like a parachute and it kept pulling him down. My dad and one of the older kids who come to Mass at HT tried cornering him, but he kept running under cars to get away from this strange predator. My mother managed to coax the bird out from under one car, whereupon the kid put his foot on the bag, and my dad got ahold of the pigeon and pulled the bag off the bird. The pigeon was fine and flew right away. I suspect that's the last time he tries fishing for treats in a tempting plastic bag, though.
And it was one year ago that I went to WorldCon with Mark... My, how the year flew by.... Read here for the whole story: http://www.livejournal.com/users/matrixrefugee/30252.html One year ago, I was at the Academy Awards of sci-fi... One year ago I started my admiration for Neil Gaiman... I think the next U.S. WorldCon is supposed to be in Columbus, Ohio, in 2007. Maybe I'll make it! I didn't go this year, since they're holding it in Glasgow, Scotland, which is too far for me, at this point; and next year it's is in Tokoyo, Japan: definately too far, and I don't speak Japanese.
Last, and probably least, the joys of watching DVDs with a soulbond, in this case Ref looking over my shoulder as I watch the behind-the-scenes documentaries on "The Matrix: Revolutions": No, the text for this tag is not some random gibberish: It's one of the techniques Dane Davis, the sound-effects guy, used to great some of the gunshot sounds. I love technical stuff, but the kind of stuff they do to create sound effects really catches my attention. That, and he comes up with clever ways to make wierd sounds.
Remember that for my "outsourced" bonds (ie, ones who came from other universes not of my own invention/discovery), watching the movie that alerted my attention to their stories and entities is like watching a docu-drama. I could write a whole long essay on how they react.
Ref, on Squiddies/Sentinals: "I'm still scared of them. It's that whining, metallic whooshing sound when they're flying: I'm used to *them* now, since we're at peace and we're working together to try and make the Desert of the Real habitable for humans again. And Armand has been visiting me in the Real, with his code uploaded into a Squiddie, but I *still* can't get used to the noise. I guess it's a fear reaction I'll have to outgrow."
Me: "Do they sound like the Squids in the movies?"
Ref: "Oh, yes... Dane Davis got *that* right." ::shivers a little::
Ref, on Club Hel and its wierdos: "Gahh... That's stuff I'd rather not remember."
Me: "Don't tell me your fella dragged you there."
Ref: "Twice. Once during the day when there was this big meeting of the heads of the Exile factions, which wasn't so bad, even though I realized I was the only real human in the room; and once at night about a week ago, when the joint was open for business. And even though I was with *him*, there were this lesbian couple that kept trying to hit on me. They were really creepy about it, too." ::Shudders::
Me: "That must have made the Merv thrilled..." ::sarcasm::
Ref: "Let's say that couple won't be going back to Club Hel. Ever." ::Another shudder:: "Neither will I."
Ref, on Don Davis's music: ::Speechless, impressed::
Me: ::Singing along with the choir in "Neodammerung"::