Sunday 26 November 2000

Pic of the day: Before noon, there were blue patches of sky, and even sunshine sometimes. I took a walk and a few pictures to prove it. Here, just before the skies closed again. In the evening, it was raining, as is good and proper.

Fat & fiction

So, apart from walking and photographing, how was my day? Lazy. I slept far into the morning, and dreamt that I was back home on the farm and I was too late for the boat, which would take me back to High School. (Yes, it seems I have forgotten a couple decades here!) When I finally arrived at high school, it was near the end of the first day. I was a bit surprised that I didn't know anyone, even though it was the second year of high school. But eventually I understood that I was at the wrong high school! I was in Kristiansand (the town where I work in real life) and not in Grimstad. What a way to start the day!

Then onward to Daggerfall. I've been really into playing Daggerfall the last couple of weeks, after I created my new character. I've even written a couple chapters of fanfic. Wasn't quite satisfied with the one I wrote today. It gives too much insight into the character. As is often the case with Daggerfiction, it's based on some of the things that actually happen in the game. For a single-player game, there is certainly a lot of variation.

Because Daggerfall is a bit hard on my right wrist, I don't do it all day. (So that's probably a good thing.) As the connection charges are lower in the weekend, I spent a bit of time online. I've read through a year's worth of Kevin & Kell, a rather family-friendly furry comic, and a highly respected one. It details the life of a bunny (Kevin) that's married to a wolf (Kell). Despite the name of the comic, obviously a pun on "Heaven & Hell", I have to say that Kell is quite a nice wolf-bitch. And Kevin's adopted daughter, the porcupine Lindesfarne, is really my type! (Well, what did you expect? I've expressed my alignment with porcupines repeatedly during these two years, have I not? And now I'm even playing one on FurryMUCK.)

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Speaking of "my type", I also spent some time looking at pictures of chubby (human) women, particularly the one known by the artist name Anna Nicole Smith. Hmm. I really don't think we look much alike, even before my latest weight loss. In particular, she looks much more feminine.

I am part confused and part amused by the current craze for unnaturally large breasts. Of course, being an American thing it is also drifting this way: Norway is very much the wagging tail that follows the USA in many ways, not least culturally. The constant bombardment of American movies, records, software and literature is bound to make an impact, and the Internet isn't exactly helping. During the last few years, heaps of Norwegian teen girls have put "silli-cones" in their quite normal mammaries, to blow them up to oversized udders. Go figure. I don't envy them the scars, particularly when the fashion changes and they have to remove the stuff again.

Sorry if this offends some of my readers, but I really think of this as some kind of mutilation. Now it is true that some of my best friends (indeed a number of them) are rather generously endowed, as Piers Anthony would have tactfully expressed it. But that's just the cards they were dealt, I think, because it fits in with their overall construction ("hourglass", as we used to say when I was young). And besides, it sure didn't make it easier to converse with them - though I'm happy to say it rarely makes a difference these days.

Oh well, just another soft rant. Hey, it beats working. Right now I feel like voting for whoever promises to extend the weekends.