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Feb. 4th, 2008 05:20 amYesterday morning, we drove all the way to Montauk Point. It's a long ride in the car whenever we go there, and the car is one of the least suitable places for me to be playing Pokemon Pearl, especially when I have stuff to spread out and I roll dice constantly.
To keep ourselves occupied, Marie was knitting a death blanket for Sabrina, but I brought a weapons catalog that I've been keeping by my bed ever since we got it as junk mail. Marie asked me why that has sparked my interest so much, and I told her that my interest in it relates to RPGs and my RPG-inspired ficseries Monster Collection Chronicles. I actually have a lot more to explain about it, which will have to wait to get its own entry later today.
While I was reading my catalogue, Mom asked Marie what she was doing. After Marie explained, I asked her if we would bury Sabrina in a cardboard box when she dies, since she likes to sleep in those all the time. Marie said that we should build a coffin for her instead of something so cheap as a box. I responded that Sabrina probably wouldn't enjoy sleeping on (or in) wood because it's so hard.
While we were on our way, we stopped at a Starbucks and got frappucinos. At first, I didn't want one because I thought they would taste the same as a latte (which I didn't like when me and Mom got some). However, on our way out, she asked me if I could get a sip of Marie's, and I happened to like it, so we got one for me.
Later on, still before we got to Montauk Point, we pulled over somewhere so that me, Mom, and Dad could get out of the car for a moment. I was the last one still outside the car when Mom and Dad got back in, and as I reached the car door, Dad slowly pulled away for a joke. (Okay, let me just clear up that there are some forms of teasing that I can take, as I sometimes even dish out some of my own forms, and there are some that I have less tolerance for. I'll need to discuss this with Dr. Perret next time I see him.) When I got back in the car, I'm like "Try that again, and I'll break that window." (No, I wouldn't actually do something like that.) Marie then asked me if I actually plan to order anything from that catalog, and then told me to show it to Mom. Mom didn't confiscate it outright, and she wasn't exactly mad, but she did notice that that catalog was actually directed to Matthew D. Clements (an ex-tenant of ours from years and years ago). Funny. I didn't even notice that.
We finally got to our destination (or at least a parking lot nearby), and we took a hike across a very rocky beach. Along the way, Mom collected any small, still-intact conch shells she could find, and gave them to me to store in my coat pockets. Dad also taught me about the geology of the place, such as how the dirt cliffs formed and how the rocks piled up and became mostly smooth and round. We eventually got to the end of the beach, where we could see about six seals on top of the rocks in the water. (One of them was on a separate rock from the rest.) We had a nice look at them before leaving.
Not much to say about the ride back home. When we got back home, the first thing I did was write the first four lines in the intro of Makeruna Makendou into Romaji. I plan to continue as the days go on, so that I can actually translate them the best I can and then write a translation patch.
To keep ourselves occupied, Marie was knitting a death blanket for Sabrina, but I brought a weapons catalog that I've been keeping by my bed ever since we got it as junk mail. Marie asked me why that has sparked my interest so much, and I told her that my interest in it relates to RPGs and my RPG-inspired ficseries Monster Collection Chronicles. I actually have a lot more to explain about it, which will have to wait to get its own entry later today.
While I was reading my catalogue, Mom asked Marie what she was doing. After Marie explained, I asked her if we would bury Sabrina in a cardboard box when she dies, since she likes to sleep in those all the time. Marie said that we should build a coffin for her instead of something so cheap as a box. I responded that Sabrina probably wouldn't enjoy sleeping on (or in) wood because it's so hard.
While we were on our way, we stopped at a Starbucks and got frappucinos. At first, I didn't want one because I thought they would taste the same as a latte (which I didn't like when me and Mom got some). However, on our way out, she asked me if I could get a sip of Marie's, and I happened to like it, so we got one for me.
Later on, still before we got to Montauk Point, we pulled over somewhere so that me, Mom, and Dad could get out of the car for a moment. I was the last one still outside the car when Mom and Dad got back in, and as I reached the car door, Dad slowly pulled away for a joke. (Okay, let me just clear up that there are some forms of teasing that I can take, as I sometimes even dish out some of my own forms, and there are some that I have less tolerance for. I'll need to discuss this with Dr. Perret next time I see him.) When I got back in the car, I'm like "Try that again, and I'll break that window." (No, I wouldn't actually do something like that.) Marie then asked me if I actually plan to order anything from that catalog, and then told me to show it to Mom. Mom didn't confiscate it outright, and she wasn't exactly mad, but she did notice that that catalog was actually directed to Matthew D. Clements (an ex-tenant of ours from years and years ago). Funny. I didn't even notice that.
We finally got to our destination (or at least a parking lot nearby), and we took a hike across a very rocky beach. Along the way, Mom collected any small, still-intact conch shells she could find, and gave them to me to store in my coat pockets. Dad also taught me about the geology of the place, such as how the dirt cliffs formed and how the rocks piled up and became mostly smooth and round. We eventually got to the end of the beach, where we could see about six seals on top of the rocks in the water. (One of them was on a separate rock from the rest.) We had a nice look at them before leaving.
Not much to say about the ride back home. When we got back home, the first thing I did was write the first four lines in the intro of Makeruna Makendou into Romaji. I plan to continue as the days go on, so that I can actually translate them the best I can and then write a translation patch.